Another poet came into being Poem by Vera Pavlova

Another poet came into being



Another poet came into being
when I saw the life of life,
the death of death:
the child I had birthed.
That was my beginning:
blood burning the groin,
the soul soaring, the baby wailing
in the arms of a nurse.

Translation Steven Seymour

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