If There Is Something To Desire: One Hundred Poems by Vera PavlovaIf There Is Something To Desire: One Hundred Poems by Vera Pavlova

If There Is Something To Desire: One Hundred Poems

byVera PavlovaTranslated bySteven Seymour

Paperback | January 10, 2012

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Now in paperback, the widely acclaimed collection of one hundred poems of extraordinarily elegant simplicity by one of the best-selling poets in Russia, whose presence on the American poetry scene is increasingly strong.
Pavlova writes about love (both sexual love and the love that reaches beyond sex); about motherhood; about the memories of childhood that continue to feed us; about our lives as passionate souls abroad in the world. Sensitively translated by her husband, Steven Seymour, Pavlova's poems are highly disciplined miniatures ("I broke your heart. / Now barefoot I tread / on shards"--a whole poem in ten words). Pavlova is a poet who storms our hearts with pure talent and a seemingly effortless gift for shaping poems.
VERA PAVLOVA is the author of fifteen collections of poetry, and the librettos to five operas and four cantatas. Her poems have been translated into twenty-one languages, and she has been the recipient of numerous awards, including the Apollon Grigoriev Grand Prize (2001). Her poetry has appeared in several U.S. publications, including...
Title:If There Is Something To Desire: One Hundred PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:128 pages, 8 × 5 × 0.4 inPublished:January 10, 2012Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375711899

ISBN - 13:9780375711893

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7 If there is something to desire, there will be something to regret. If there is something to regret, there will be something to recall. If there is something to recall, there was nothing to regret.If there was nothing to regret, there was nothing to desire.9 I broke your heart. Now barefoot I tread on shards.11Let us touch each otherwhile 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.16Whose face and body would I like to have?The face and body of Nike.I would fly past all those Venuses,would have nothing to do with Apollos.With the wind chilling my shoulderI would leave behind foreverthe hall of plaster copies!71Self-Portrait in ProfileIamthe onewho wakes upon yourleft.76Am I lovely? Of course!Breathlessly I tastethe subtle complimentof a handmade caress.Chop me into tiny bits,caress and tame my soul,that godly swallowyou love to no end.78Basked in the sun,listened to birds,licked off raindrops,and only in flightthe leaf saw the treeand graspedwhat it had been.91droppedand fallingfrom suchheightsfor solongthatmaybeI will haveenough timeto learnflyingFrom the Hardcover edition.