#Ukrainian Poet

[dontforgetukraine]

I'd return to Earth a grasshopper, As I used to hop on my loyal horse. Like a tiny bead in the hay is lost, I will be the one with the greenery, Then, the final thunder of stomping hooves Will catch up with me, and I cease to be.

—Artem Dovhopolyi, fallen Ukrainian defender of the 58th Mechanized Brigade

Source: nedopysani

[orchard-bliss]

Mariana Savka, “Somewhere On The Shore Of Days”; tr. from the Ukrainian by Amelia Glaser and Yuliya Ilchuk

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Maksym dedicated one of his last poems to this cat. Cat was killed along with Maksym. He was a special person. Only 33. Warrior of Light.

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My Ginger Tabby

When he falls asleep slowly stretches its front legs he dreams of summer dreams of an unscathed brick house dreams of chickens running around the yard dreams of children who treat him to meat pies my helmet slips out of my hands falls on the mud the cat wakes up squints his eyes looks around carefully: yes, they’re his people: and falls asleep again.

(excerpt translated by Christine Chraibi)

Editor’s note: Maksym Kryvtsov, a Ukrainian poet turned soldier, was recently killed by Russia forces at the front. His voice, preserved in this 2023 interview,  continues to resonate. His poetic sensibilities and humor,  interwoven with his experiences on the front lines, offer a rare, and deeply human glimpse into realities of Russia’s war against Ukraine, and the enduring power of the Revolution of Dignity. 

[mikhail-sytnyk-fonds]

Translation by Maria Petina.

Kind of heart

I am not Esenin, not Susura Not Lermontov or Fet. I am just, by my nature A dear, no name poet.

To love, I know how to in my own ways, I don’t learn this from others I laugh, I miss and I hurt And often cry without any reasons

I am not kidding, But maybe I am lying, And maybe this love is not worth it Nor worth that I’m writing to you.

But everyone judges in their own ways, And where necessary, offer praise And where it should hit, it can I’m also asking - not to pity

I don’t love this stubbornness Or slime of knowledge Frankly I will tell you The kind of heart these poems go. [1937]

[thepoetrycurator]

Excerpt from the poem "We'll Not Die in Paris" by Natalka Bilotserkivets, translated by Dzvinia Orlowsky.

From IN THE HOUR OF WAR: POETRY FROM UKRAINE edited by Carolyn Forche and Ilya Kaminsky.

[folklorespring]

Here are two poems by Maksym Kryvtsov, a Ukrainian poet, who was killed defending Ukraine back in January. One of the poems is dedicated to a ginger cat that followed him around faithfully and later died with him. Please read his words, don't let them die too.

[yourdailyqueer]

Sydor Rey (deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

DOB: 6 September 1908 

DOD: 15 November 1979

Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish

Nationality: Polish / American

Occupation: Writer, poet

Note: Could also be Ukrainian as was born there and studied in Lviv

[snivel1]

You know that you are a human…

You know that you are a human.

You know that, or do you not?

That smile of yours is unique to you,

That torment of yours is unique to you,

Your eyes no other person has got.

Tomorrow you won’t be here present.

Tomorrow on this blessed land

Others’ll be running and laughing,

Others’ll be feeling and loving;

Good people and bad ones, my friend.

Today all the world is for you:

Forests and hills, valleys deep.

So hurry to live, please, hurry!

So hurry to love, please, hurry!

Don’t miss out on it, don’t oversleep!

‘Cause you on this Earth are a human.

And whether you want it or not,

That smile of yours is unique to you,

That torment of yours is unique to you,

Your eyes no other person has got.

Author: Vasyl Symonenko

Translator: Kyrylo Snizhko

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"I watch neighbors open // their phones to watch / a cop demanding a man’s driver’s license. When a man reaches for his wallet, the cop / shoots. Into the car window. Shoots. // It is a peaceful country."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[dontforgetukraine]

“You just have to. You have to be here or not, to exist or not, to breathe or suffocate. That is why I am at war.”

—Maksym Kryvtsov

Source: Acclaimed poet killed defending Ukraine

[fatehavtarsingh]

Pre-release of the song 'Sunrise'

by me and in collaboration with Phrank ROC Recordings

Words of gratitude and respect for Pheezyks Ayo

Please click on the appropriate links to listen to the music:

SoundCloud & Bandcamp

Social ╱ Motivating Hip-Hop ╱ Trap song ╱ Trap beat ╱ Lyrics ╱ Ukraine music from Kyiv city ╱ Released Dec 5, 2023

Lyrics by 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲(𝗵)

Beat ('poison') by the hills collective

Cover, Artwork by Andrej Gojda

[unhonestlymirror]

На стрімкім териконі

віддалась ти мені

серед білого дня в суботу.

І дивився на нас

весь Донбас,

весь Донбас,

припинивши роботу.

(с) Микола Холодний

[koyuki-anima]

Telegram- 👉🏻 👈🏻 https://t.me/yumirryu

[kn11ves]

yall gotta give other old russian authors apart from dostoevsky and tolstoy a chance. pushkin bunin gorky bulgakov turgenev goncharov and chekhov are all whimpering and crying in a corner im so for real

[janecyvokobilenko]

The Tired Pawn

AAA ofc it cut off a bit of my poem- under the meadow part I had “where the blooms are dead and gone, blood spattering on trampled grass”