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God of near misses and uncanny timing,
To whom shall I praise your turns of happenstance?
Fortuitous mistakes, a cut in the gap, intervening
On a wider front of wind,
And I haven’t seen the most of it yet.
If I circumvent the technicalities I lost,
Would I find your footsteps there?
Barefooted whispers, golden-disked and laughing
Undressing the cause of future cost
And teasing it astray;
What more could there be to say, oh
God of quiet love, maker of ways?
Konstantin Flavitsky
Princess Tarakanova (in the Peter and Paul Fortress at the Time of the Flood), c. 1864, oil on canvas, State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow.
According to legend, Elizaveta Tarakanova, a pretender to the Russian throne, was drowned in her prison cell during a flood in St. Petersburg in 1777, though she actually died of tuberculosis two years earlier.
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