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If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
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“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.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
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.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“Basked in the sun,
listened to birds,
licked off raindrops,
and only in flight
the leaf saw the tree
and grasped
what it had been.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
listened to birds,
licked off raindrops,
and only in flight
the leaf saw the tree
and grasped
what it had been.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“We lay down, and the pain let up.
We embraced, and the pain let go:
no more scalding regrets,
no scorching remorse
that oppressed the soul,
that weighted like a stone on the heart.
You, on top of me, heavy, immense,
and I, feeling so light.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
We embraced, and the pain let go:
no more scalding regrets,
no scorching remorse
that oppressed the soul,
that weighted like a stone on the heart.
You, on top of me, heavy, immense,
and I, feeling so light.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“The first kiss in the morning
tastes like the first kiss on earth.
My waking soul is innocent,
as I lie next to the tenant
of my best dreams.
When I caress him I know:
a kiss is preverbal,
a word is a kiss's junior.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
tastes like the first kiss on earth.
My waking soul is innocent,
as I lie next to the tenant
of my best dreams.
When I caress him I know:
a kiss is preverbal,
a word is a kiss's junior.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“… if necessary, the books shall be divided as follows:
you get the odd, I get the even pages;
"the books" are understood to mean the ones we used to read aloud
together, when we would interrupt our reading for a kiss,
and would get back to the book after half an hour …”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
you get the odd, I get the even pages;
"the books" are understood to mean the ones we used to read aloud
together, when we would interrupt our reading for a kiss,
and would get back to the book after half an hour …”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“Memory keeps nothing unnecessary
or superfluous.
How much of your past
am I still to go through?
Taking dreams for memories
I stroke the sleeper’s head.
A secret poll. The future
comes in last.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
or superfluous.
How much of your past
am I still to go through?
Taking dreams for memories
I stroke the sleeper’s head.
A secret poll. The future
comes in last.”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“Sprawling
after love:
“Look,
the ceiling is
all covered with stars!”
“And maybe
on one of them
there is life . . .”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
after love:
“Look,
the ceiling is
all covered with stars!”
“And maybe
on one of them
there is life . . .”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
“Armpits smell of linden blossom,
lilacs give a whiff of ink.
If only we could wage love-making
all day long without end,
love so detailed and elastic
that when the nightfall came,
we would exchange each other
like prisoners of war, five times, no less!
— Vera Pavlova, “53,” If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems. Translated by Steven Seymour. (Knopf; 1St Edition edition January 19, 2010)”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
lilacs give a whiff of ink.
If only we could wage love-making
all day long without end,
love so detailed and elastic
that when the nightfall came,
we would exchange each other
like prisoners of war, five times, no less!
— Vera Pavlova, “53,” If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems. Translated by Steven Seymour. (Knopf; 1St Edition edition January 19, 2010)”
― If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems
