Here you will find the Poem Go find yourself naive women friends... of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva
Go find yourself naive women friends Who haven't checked miracles by number. I know that Venus was produced by hand, I'm a craftsman, I know the craft: From the highest solemn muteness Down to the thorough degradation of the soul: Here's the whole divine staircase -- from: My breath -- to: do not breathe!
