Only Russians can still write love poetry

So says, in effect, Vera Pavlova:

Multiplying in a column M by F

by Vera Pavlova

Multiplying in a column M by F

do we get one or two as a result?

May the body stay glued to the soul,

may the soul fear the body.

Do I ask too much? I only wish  

the crucible of tenderness would melt

memories, and I would sleep, my cheek

pressed against your back, as on a motorbike . . .

Translated by Steven Seymour

I think I'm convinced. Or in love myself. One or the other.

(via Poetry)