Vera Pavlova Poems

I am in love, hence free to live
by heart, to ad lib as I caress.
A soul is light when full,
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Multiplying in a column M by F
do we get one or two as a result?
May the body stay glued to the soul,
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Only she who has breast-fed
knows how beautiful the ear is.
Only they who have been breast-fed
know the beauty of the clavicle.
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Those who are asleep in the earth
have an avian sense of the way.
Gone, they sleep with shoes on,
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To converse with the greats
by trying their blindfolds on;
to correspond with books
by rewriting them;
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If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
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Another poet came into being
when I saw the life of life,
the death of death:
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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,
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I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
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Tenderly on a tender surface
the best of my lines are written:
with the tip of my tongue on your palate,
on your chest in miniscule letters,
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