#Ukrainian poets

[dontforgetukraine]

"When someone asks me what war is, I will answer them without hesitation: names. Oh, black sea of ​​sunflowers, receive me. I’m tired of waiting..."

—Maksym Kryvtsov, poet and fallen Ukrainian soldier

[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

[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

[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.

[petaledwitnesses]

We Lived Happily During the War

By Ilya Kaminsky And when they bombed other people’s houses, we

protested but not enough, we opposed them but not

enough. I was in my bed, around my bed America

was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.

I took a chair outside and watched the sun.

In the sixth month of a disastrous reign in the house of money

in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money, our great country of money, we (forgive us)

lived happily during the war.

[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

[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.

+

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. 

[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!

[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

[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

[koyuki-anima]

Telegram- 👉🏻 👈🏻 https://t.me/yumirryu

[unhonestlymirror]

Сьогодні у церкві коні

Ночують і воду п'ють,

Сьогодні новим іконам

Прочани поклони б'ють.

Сьогодні на дружбу вічну

Посаджено кимось дуб,

Сьогодні у місті звично

Сім пар розлучають шлюб.

Сьогодні ґвалтують рації,

Про мера шлункові болі.

Сьогодні зникає нація,

А світ очманів на футболі.

Сьогодні комусь на згадку

Подарували літак,

Сьогодні у полі дядько

Гнилий підібрав буряк.

Сьогодні жива колекція

Побільша по той бік ґрат,

Сьогодні у клубі лекція:

Людина людині брат.

Людина людині брат..

(С) Микола Холодний; гурт "Рутенія"

[folklorespring]

by Victoria Amelina, translated from Ukrainian by Anatoly Kudryavitsky

[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”