Only Russians can still write love poetry

So says, in effect, Vera Pavlova:

Multiplying in a column M by F

by Vera Pavlova

Multiplying in a column M by F
do we get one or two as a result?
May the body stay glued to the soul,
may the soul fear the body.
Do I ask too much? I only wish  
the crucible of tenderness would melt
memories, and I would sleep, my cheek
pressed against your back, as on a motorbike . . .

Translated by Steven Seymour

I think I'm convinced. Or in love myself. One or the other.

(via Poetry)

Published by Kit Stolz

I'm a freelance reporter and writer based in Ventura County.

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