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Vera Pavlova English Poetry Translations

Vera Pavlova (1963-) is a contemporary Russian poet, born in Moscow. She is a graduate of the Schnittke College of Music and the Gnessin Academy of Music, where she specialized in music history. She has worked as a guide at the Shaliapin Museum in Moscow and has published several essays on music. She began writing poetry at age twenty, after the birth of her first daughter, while she was still at the maternity ward. 



I shattered your heart;
now I limp through the shards
barefoot.
by Vera Pavlova, translation by Michael R. Burch




I walk the tightrope.
A kid on each arm
for balance.
by Vera Pavlova, translation by Stephen Seymour



Winter―a beast.
Spring―a bud.
Summer―a bug.
Autumn―a bird.
The rest of the time I'm a woman.
―by Vera Pavlova, translation by Michael R. Burch




The voice.
The handwriting.
The gait.
Maybe the smell of my hair.
That's all.
Go ahead, resurrect me.
by Vera Pavlova, translation by Stephen Seymour



Immortalize me!
With your bare, warm palm
please sculpt and mold my malleable snow.
Polish me until I glow.
―by Vera Pavlova, translation by Michael R. Burch



And God saw
it was good
And Adam saw
it was excellent
And Eve saw
it was passable
by Vera Pavlova, translation by Stephen Seymour



Scales:
on one hand joy;
on the other sorrow.
Sorrow is weightier,
therefore joy
elevates.
by Vera Pavlova, translation by Michael R. Burch

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