[It's quiet, as in time of war] Poem by Vera Pavlova
[It's quiet, as in time of war]
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It's quiet, as in time of war.
I lie on my back, alone,
and sense how your seeds
are dying inside me,
their terror, their longing to live...
I don't know how I shall bear
the burden of so many deaths,
while birthing one.
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: longing
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