Teeth dull, veins collapsed Poem by Vera Pavlova

Teeth dull, veins collapsed



Teeth dull, veins collapsed,
heels worn down.
We are young as long as
our parents are young.
Dry is the riverbed where milk and honey,
white and amber, had run.
In the hospital, comb your mother's hair,
pare the yellow nails.

Translation Steven Seymour

Thursday, April 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,parents
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