When the very last grief Poem by Vera Pavlova

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When the very last grief



When the very last grief
deadens all pain,
I will follow you
on the very next train,
not for lack of strength
to march in the last parade,
but maybe you forgot to take
pills, a necktie, razor blades . . .

Translation: Steven Seymour

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