“Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you come home, as if nothing ever happened.”
—Vera Pavlova, “Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook,” from Poetry Magazine
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“Went to bed with an unfinished poem in my mouth and could not kiss.”
—Vera Pavlova, from “Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook” in Poetry (vol. CC no. I, April 2012)
Translated from the Russian by Steven Seymour
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