<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">I Know the Truth</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">I know the truth – forget all other truths!</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">No need for anyone on earth to struggle.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Look – it is evening, look, it is nearly night:</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">what will you say, poets, lovers, generals?</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew,</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet.</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">And soon all of us will sleep beneath the earth, we</span><br><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">who never let each other sleep above it.<br><br></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Marina Tsvetaeva<br clear="all"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888"><span style="text-decoration: underline; "><a href="http://poethead.wordpress.com/2011/06/25/a-saturday-woman-poet-marina-tsvetaeva/;" target="_blank"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "><br></span></a></span></font></span></span></body></html>