Love
for us
is no paradise of arbors —
to us
love tells us, humming,
that the stalled motor
of the heart
has started to work
again.


"Letter from Paris to Comrade Kostorov on the Nature of Love" (1928); translation from Patricia Blake (ed.) The Bedbug and Selected Poetry (Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1975) p. 213


Love for us is no paradise of arbors — to us love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again.

Love for us is no paradise of arbors — to us love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again.

Love for us is no paradise of arbors — to us love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again.

Love for us is no paradise of arbors — to us love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again.