Discovering the poetics of Vera Pavlova, said Princess Haiku

I discovered a new poet via a virtual friend;
a person who will never be flesh and blood to me,
yet sometimes she sings through my dreams.

The ghost friend gave me a new poet.
-Gave me Vera Pavlova and in the way that mortals
cling to poets even while their dreams carbonize,

I trace letters onto the white veins of an
African Violet petal and image that she speaks
in all of her impermanence to me.

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"Who will winter my immortality
with me? Who will thaw with me?
Come what may, I shall never trade
the earthly love for the subterranean.
I still have time to turn
into flowers, claw, white-eyed memory...
but while we are mortal, my love, to you
nothing will be denied.

Vera Pavlova
Translated from the Russian by Steven Seymour







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