Perhaps when our bodies throb and rub Poem by Vera Pavlova
Perhaps when our bodies throb and rub
Perhaps when our bodies throb and rub
against each other, they produce a sound
inaudible to us but heard up there, in the clouds and higher,
by those who can no longer hear common sounds . . .
Or, maybe, this is how He wants to check by ear: are we still intact?
No cracks in mortal vessels? And to this end He bangs
men against women?
Translation Steven Seymour
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