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Vera Pavlova

• [It's quiet, as in time of war]
• [O the childish fear of loss]
• [One shouldn't look, but I do]
• [Run away with you? Gladly!]
• A beast in winter
• A girl sleeps as if
• A tentative bio
• A weight on my back
• Against the current of blood
• Am I lovely? Of course!
• Another poet came into being
• Armpits smell of linden blossom
• At last you and I are one
• At the piano: my back to the world
• Begged him: do not fall asleep
• Enough painkilling, heal
• Eternalise me just a bit
• Eyes of mine
• He marked the page with a match
• He pissed on a firefly
• I am in love, hence free to live
• I broke your heart.
• I do not mind being away from you
• I walk the tightrope
• If there is something to desire
• If you want, we can part with a smile
• Immortal: neither dead nor alive
• Learn to look past
• Multiplying in a column M by F
• Only she who has breast-fed
• Perhaps when our bodies throb and rub
• Sprawling
• Teeth dull, veins collapsed
• Tenderly on a tender surface
• Those who are asleep in the earth
• To converse with the greats
• We are rich: we have nothing to lose
• When the very last grief
• Whose face and body would I like to have?
• Why do I recite my poems by heart?
• Why is the word YES so brief?
• Writing down verses, I got