Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you come home, as if nothing ever happened, — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“Basked in the sun, listened to birds, licked off raindrops, and only in flight the leaf saw the tree and grasped what it had… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been. — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“A Remedy for Insomnia Not sheep coming down the hills, not cracks on the ceiling-- count the ones you loved, the former tenants of… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“Let us touch each other while we still have hands, palms, forearms, elbows . . . Let us love each other for misery, torture… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“Thought's surface: word. Word's surface: gesture. Gesture's surface: skin. Skin's surface: shiver.” — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
The only thing I hope for is that, regardless of what the outward world is for different people, different nations, I hope their internal… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“The first kiss in the morning tastes like the first kiss on earth. My waking soul is innocent, as I lie next to the… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“We lay down, and the pain let up. We embraced, and the pain let go: no more scalding regrets, no scorching remorse that oppressed… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“dropped and falling from such heights for so long that maybe I will have enough time to learn flying” — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“Sprawling after love: “Look, the ceiling is all covered with stars!” “And maybe on one of them there is life . . .” — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
“… if necessary, the books shall be divided as follows: you get the odd, I get the even pages; "the books" are understood to… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
