When the very last grief Poem by Vera Pavlova
When the very last grief
When the very last grief
deadens all pain,
I will follow you
on the very next train,
not for lack of strength
to march in the last parade,
but maybe you forgot to take
pills, a necktie, razor blades . . .
Translation: Steven Seymour
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,strength
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