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Vera Pavlova

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, clay, white-eyed memory …
But while we are mortal, my love, to you
nothing will be denied.

— Vera Pavlova, “89″ If There is Something to Desire: One Hundred Poems, trans. Steven Seymour ( Alfred A. Knopf, 2010)

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