to remember better, to part with less pain

*******

dropped

and falling

from such 

heights

for so 

long

that

maybe

I will have

enough time

to learn 

flying

*******

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. 

*******

Let us touch each other

while we still have hands, 

palms, forearms, elbows...

Let us love each other for misery, 

let us torture each other, 

mangle, maim, 

to remember better,

to part with less pain. 

*******

Enough painkilling, heal.

Enough cajoling, command, 

even if your fiery joys 

mean endless inequality

and melt our vessels

that are dispensable.

Enough rehashing, create.

Enough lying to the sick:

they will not get well.

*******

On my back, alone, 

I feel your seed dying in me, 

feel its fear, feel its wish to live on...

I wonder if I can carry 

so many deaths inside me, as I nurture

my own?

*******

The wholy feminine poetry of Vera Pavlova.   Her words are the words of Kali, of Quan Yin, of our universal mother Mary.  Here is an interview of Vera by her gorgeous daughter, the psychologist Lisa Pavlova:

A happy or an unhappy love?