I am tired of bursting apart (or perhaps ‘of being everywhere at once’), of breaking into bits like Osiris. Each book of poems is a book of partings and severings, with Thomas’s finger in the wound between one poem and the next.
— Marina Tsvetaeva, trans. Joy Dwokin, journal entry by Alice Fulton, from The Poet’s Notebook: Excerpts from the Notebooks of 26 American Poets, ed. by Stephen Kuusisto and Deborah Tall (W. W. Norton & Co., 1995)