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May 16, 2008


Excellent poem. The passion is great, and so carefully described. I don't know the original, but you express a great tension between the motion of the lover's arrival and the longing for rest, i.e. taking head in hands, folding in arms. Like love, I suppose, both exist at once?

I know nothing of Yevtushenko. Is this typical?

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