Thursday, May 30, 2013

If this isn't eloquent and profound...

...then I don't know what is:
Both in the dream and in the wall, floor, and ceiling analogies of existence, that is, in the anthropomorphic similarity of the air and hour -- you were Tsvetayeva, that is, you were the language found by everything to which the poet addresses himself his whole life without the hope of receiving an answer. 
       ~ Pasternak to Tsvetayeva, from Letters: Summer 1926 

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