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 A poem by Vera Pavlova (translated by Steven Seymour) Am I lovely? Of course! Breathlessly I taste the subtle compliment of a handmade caress. Chop me into tiny bits, caress and tame my soul, that godly swallow you love to no end. *** Vera wrote, “poetry is like earthworms, thought is like cud, and understandingContinueContinue reading “Poem: Am I lovely? Of course!”