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a bridge, a means of connection
Understand: we have
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grown into one as we slept and
now I can‘t jump
because I can‘t let go your hand.
But this dark is deep:
now I warm you with my blood, listen
to this flesh.
It is far truer than poems.
…
Marina Tsvetaeva
translation by Elaine Feinstein