Two Poems

by Vera Pavlova
and translated from the Russian by Steven Seymour


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


I think it will be winter when he comes.
From the unbearable whiteness of the road
a dot will emerge, so black that eyes will blur,
and it will be approaching for a long, long time,
making his absence commensurate with his coming,
and for a long, long time it will remain a dot.
A speck of dust? A burning in the eye? And snow,
there will be nothing else but snow,
and for a long, long while there will be nothing,
and he will pull away the snowy curtain,
he will acquire size and three dimensions,
he will keep coming closer, closer ...
This is the limit, he cannot get closer. But he keeps approaching,
now too vast to measure ...

please note: photo by Candace Dwan


  1. I love them both. Where did that picture come from? I love it.

  2. Love them both. I do not comment often but I visit every day.

    Stay warm.

  3. so black that eyes will blur...
    thank you...smiles.


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