I know the truth
forget all other truths
no need for anyone
on this earth to struggle.
look it is evening
look it is nearly night
what will you say?
poets, lovers, generals.
the wind is level now,
the air is wet with dew
the storm of stars in the sky
will turn to quiet.
and soon, all of us
will sleep beneath the earth
we, who never let each other
sleep above it.
Marina Tsvetaeva
