Why is the word yes so brief? it should be the longest, the hardest, so that you could not decide in an instant to say it, so that upon reflection you could stop in the middle of saying it. — 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
Why is the word yes so brief? it should be the longest, the hardest, so that you could not decide in an instant to… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you… — Vera Pavlova Copy Share Image
