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Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
Introduction: "Barometers"
Ilya Kaminsky
ANASTASIA AFANASIEVA
she says we don't have the right kind of basement in our building
You whose inner void
from Cold
She Speaks
On TV the news showed
from The Plain Sense of Things
Untitled
Can there be poetry after
VASYL HOLOBORODKO
No Return
I Fly Away in the Shape of a Dandelion Seed
The Dragon Hillforts
I Pick up my Footprints
BORYS HUMENYUK
Our platoon commander is a strange fellow
These seagulls over the battlefield
When HAIL rocket launchers are firing
Not a poem in forty days
An old mulberry tree near Mariupol
When you clean your weapon
A Testament
YURI IZDRYK
Darkness Invisible
Make Love
ALEKSANDR KABANOV
This is a post on Facebook, and this, a block post in the East
How I love
out of harm's way
A Former Dictator
He came first wearing a t-shirt inscribed "Je suis Christ"
In the garden of Gethsemane on the Dnieper river
A Russian tourist is on vacation
Fear is a form of the good
Once upon a time, a Jew says to his prisoner, his Hellenic foe
KATERYNA KALYTKO
They won't compose any songs, because the children of their children
April 6
This loneliness could have a name, an Esther or a Miriam
Home is still possible there, where they hang laundry out to dry
He Writes
Can great things happen to ordinary people?
LYUDMYLA KHERSONSKA
Did you know that if you hide under a blanket and pull it over your head
How to describe a human other than he's alone
The whole soldier doesn't suffer
A country in the shape of a puddle, on the map
Buried in a human neck, a bullet looks like a eye, sewn in
that's it: you yourself choose how you live
I planted a camellia in the yard
One night, a humanitarian convoy arrived in her dream
When a country of
overall
nice people
Leave me alone, I'm crying. I'm crying, let me be
the enemy never ends
every seventh child of ten
he's a shame
you really don't remember Grandpa
but let's say you do
BORIS KHERSONSKY
explosions are the new normal, you grow used to them
all for the battlefront which doesn't really exist
people carry explosives around the city
way too long the artillery and the tanks stayed silent in their hangars
when wars are over we just collapse
modern warfare is too large for the streets
my brother brought war to our crippled home
Bessarabia, Galicia, 1913-1939 Pronouncements
MARIANNA KIYANOVSKA
I believed before
in a tent like in a nest
we swallowed an air like earth
I wake up, sigh, and head off to war
The eye, a bulb that maps its own bed
Their tissue is coarse, like veins in a petal
Things swell closed. It's delicious to feel how fully
Naked agony begets a poison of poisons
HALYNA KRUK
A Woman Named Hope
like a blood clot, something catches him in the rye
someone stands between you and death
like a bullet, the Lord saves those who save themselves
OKSANA LUTSYSHYNA
eastern europe is a pit of death and decaying plums
don't touch live flesh
he asks
don't help me
I Dream of Explosions
VASYL MAKHNO
February Elegy
War Generation
On War
On Apollinaire
MARJANA SAVKA
We wrote poems
Forgive me, darling, I'm not a fighter
january pulled him apart
OSTAP SLYVYNSKY
Lovers on a Bicycle
Lieutenant
Alina
1918
Kicking the Ball in the Dark
Story (2)
Latifa
A Scene from 2014
Orpheus
LYUBA YAKIMCHUK
Died of Old Age
How I Killed
Caterpillar
Decomposition
He Says Everything Will Be Fine
Eyebrows
Funeral Services
Crow, Wheels
Knife
SERHIY ZHADAN
from Stones
"We speak of the cities we lived in."
"Now we remember: janitors and the night-sellers of bread."
from Why I'm not on Social Media
Needle
Headphones
Sect
Rhinoceros
They buried him last winter
Three Years Now We've Been Talking about the War
"A guy I know volunteered."
"Three years now we've been talking about the war."
"So that's what their family is like now."
"Sun, terrace, lots of green."
"The street. A woman zigzags the street."
"Village street - gas line's broken."
"At least now, my friend says."
Thirty-Two Days Without Alcohol
Take Only What Is Most Important
A city where she ended up hiding
Afterword: "On Decomposition and Rotten Plums: Language of War in Contemporary Ukrainian Poetry"
Polina Barskova
Authors
Translators
Glossary
Geographical Locations and Places of Significance
Notes to Poems
Acknowledgements
Acknowledgement of Prior Publications.
Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
Introduction: "Barometers"
Ilya Kaminsky
ANASTASIA AFANASIEVA
she says we don't have the right kind of basement in our building
You whose inner void
from Cold
She Speaks
On TV the news showed
from The Plain Sense of Things
Untitled
Can there be poetry after
VASYL HOLOBORODKO
No Return
I Fly Away in the Shape of a Dandelion Seed
The Dragon Hillforts
I Pick up my Footprints
BORYS HUMENYUK
Our platoon commander is a strange fellow
These seagulls over the battlefield
When HAIL rocket launchers are firing
Not a poem in forty days
An old mulberry tree near Mariupol
When you clean your weapon
A Testament
YURI IZDRYK
Darkness Invisible
Make Love
ALEKSANDR KABANOV
This is a post on Facebook, and this, a block post in the East
How I love
out of harm's way
A Former Dictator
He came first wearing a t-shirt inscribed "Je suis Christ"
In the garden of Gethsemane on the Dnieper river
A Russian tourist is on vacation
Fear is a form of the good
Once upon a time, a Jew says to his prisoner, his Hellenic foe
KATERYNA KALYTKO
They won't compose any songs, because the children of their children
April 6
This loneliness could have a name, an Esther or a Miriam
Home is still possible there, where they hang laundry out to dry
He Writes
Can great things happen to ordinary people?
LYUDMYLA KHERSONSKA
Did you know that if you hide under a blanket and pull it over your head
How to describe a human other than he's alone
The whole soldier doesn't suffer
A country in the shape of a puddle, on the map
Buried in a human neck, a bullet looks like a eye, sewn in
that's it: you yourself choose how you live
I planted a camellia in the yard
One night, a humanitarian convoy arrived in her dream
When a country of
overall
nice people
Leave me alone, I'm crying. I'm crying, let me be
the enemy never ends
every seventh child of ten
he's a shame
you really don't remember Grandpa
but let's say you do
BORIS KHERSONSKY
explosions are the new normal, you grow used to them
all for the battlefront which doesn't really exist
people carry explosives around the city
way too long the artillery and the tanks stayed silent in their hangars
when wars are over we just collapse
modern warfare is too large for the streets
my brother brought war to our crippled home
Bessarabia, Galicia, 1913-1939 Pronouncements
MARIANNA KIYANOVSKA
I believed before
in a tent like in a nest
we swallowed an air like earth
I wake up, sigh, and head off to war
The eye, a bulb that maps its own bed
Their tissue is coarse, like veins in a petal
Things swell closed. It's delicious to feel how fully
Naked agony begets a poison of poisons
HALYNA KRUK
A Woman Named Hope
like a blood clot, something catches him in the rye
someone stands between you and death
like a bullet, the Lord saves those who save themselves
OKSANA LUTSYSHYNA
eastern europe is a pit of death and decaying plums
don't touch live flesh
he asks
don't help me
I Dream of Explosions
VASYL MAKHNO
February Elegy
War Generation
On War
On Apollinaire
MARJANA SAVKA
We wrote poems
Forgive me, darling, I'm not a fighter
january pulled him apart
OSTAP SLYVYNSKY
Lovers on a Bicycle
Lieutenant
Alina
1918
Kicking the Ball in the Dark
Story (2)
Latifa
A Scene from 2014
Orpheus
LYUBA YAKIMCHUK
Died of Old Age
How I Killed
Caterpillar
Decomposition
He Says Everything Will Be Fine
Eyebrows
Funeral Services
Crow, Wheels
Knife
SERHIY ZHADAN
from Stones
"We speak of the cities we lived in."
"Now we remember: janitors and the night-sellers of bread."
from Why I'm not on Social Media
Needle
Headphones
Sect
Rhinoceros
They buried him last winter
Three Years Now We've Been Talking about the War
"A guy I know volunteered."
"Three years now we've been talking about the war."
"So that's what their family is like now."
"Sun, terrace, lots of green."
"The street. A woman zigzags the street."
"Village street - gas line's broken."
"At least now, my friend says."
Thirty-Two Days Without Alcohol
Take Only What Is Most Important
A city where she ended up hiding
Afterword: "On Decomposition and Rotten Plums: Language of War in Contemporary Ukrainian Poetry"
Polina Barskova
Authors
Translators
Glossary
Geographical Locations and Places of Significance
Notes to Poems
Acknowledgements
Acknowledgement of Prior Publications.