He marked the page with a match Poem by Vera Pavlova

He marked the page with a match



He marked the page with a match
and fell asleep in mid-kiss,
while I, a queen bee
in a disturbed hive, stay up and buzz:
half a kingdom for a honey drop,
half a lifetime for a tender word!
His face, half turned.
Half past midnight. Half past one.

TRANSLATED BY STEVEN SEYMOUR

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