Poem
Vera Pavlova
Tenderly on a tender surface
Tenderly on a tender surfacethe best of my lines are written:
with the tip of my tongue on your palate,
on your chest in miniscule letters,
on your belly . . .
But, darling, I wrote them
pianissimo!
May I erase with my lips
your exclamation mark?
© Translation: 2009, Steven Seymour
Teder over teder zijn de beste regels geschreven –
Teder over teder zijn de beste regels geschreven –met het puntje van mijn tong over jouw gehemelte,
over jouw borst, ragfijn,
over de buik...
Nee, mijn liefste,
ik schreef over zachtheid!
Mag ik nu met mijn lippen
jouw uitroepteken uitvegen?
© Vertaling: 2009, Nina Targan Mouravi
Нежным по нежному писаны лучшие строки –
кончиком языка моего по твоему нёбу,
по груди твоей, почерком бисерным,
по животу . . .
Нет, любимый мой,
я написала о тихом!
Можно, губами сотру
твой восклицательный знак?
кончиком языка моего по твоему нёбу,
по груди твоей, почерком бисерным,
по животу . . .
Нет, любимый мой,
я написала о тихом!
Можно, губами сотру
твой восклицательный знак?
© 2006, Vera Pavlova
From: Pis\'ma v sosednyuyu komnatu: 1001 priznaniye v lyubvi (Letters to a room next door: 1001 confessions of love)
Publisher: AST Publishing House, Moscow
From: Pis\'ma v sosednyuyu komnatu: 1001 priznaniye v lyubvi (Letters to a room next door: 1001 confessions of love)
Publisher: AST Publishing House, Moscow
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Tenderly on a tender surface
Tenderly on a tender surfacethe best of my lines are written:
with the tip of my tongue on your palate,
on your chest in miniscule letters,
on your belly . . .
But, darling, I wrote them
pianissimo!
May I erase with my lips
your exclamation mark?
© 2009, Steven Seymour
From: Pis\'ma v sosednyuyu komnatu: 1001 priznaniye v lyubvi (Letters to a room next door: 1001 confessions of love)
From: Pis\'ma v sosednyuyu komnatu: 1001 priznaniye v lyubvi (Letters to a room next door: 1001 confessions of love)
Tenderly on a tender surface
Tenderly on a tender surfacethe best of my lines are written:
with the tip of my tongue on your palate,
on your chest in miniscule letters,
on your belly . . .
But, darling, I wrote them
pianissimo!
May I erase with my lips
your exclamation mark?
© 2009, Steven Seymour
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