Vera Pavlova

1963 / Moskau

Why do I recite my poems by heart?

Those who are asleep in earth
have an avian sense of the way.
Gone, they sleep with shoes on,
ready to rise and go
to the pink and dispensable,
barefooted insomniacs
who had laced up for them
the last pair of shoes.

Translation Steven Seymour
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