In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
I can’t understand you [Boris]. Stop writing poetry? And then what? Jump off the bridge into the Moscow River? With poetry, dear friend, as with love: no separation until it drops you.,
Marina Tsvetayeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak (1925), as quoted in Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke (via soracities)
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