Interview with Great Ukrainian Poet Dmytro Chystiak by Agnieszka Herman

How does the literary life look like in Ukraine right now? Of course, our life has changed. We are in a kind of Russian roulette: bombing day and night, different kinds of difficulties but comparing to the other cities Kyiv is preserved better because Russian troops were crushed in our region. The situation in suburbs controlled by Russian troops is […]

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Poems By Mykola Martyniuk

* * * There are woundsin our pastfrom the Tatar toxic herbswhich turned to dustof dried out scenes of fireТhey mar us still todaywith the legacy of their worldOur future has a sharp smellof freshly cut acorusAnd webla blababbleflinging sharplyback the old rakeand we will cover our headsobstinately thickwith ashesThank Godwe are not endowedby countless Tatarsand janissarieson the intersectionsand alongthe […]

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poems by Dmytro Chystiak

[gtraslate] A likely key to the end For Laura Garavaglia …upon fulfillment, the city on seven hills will be destroyed, and fearsome Justice will judge the people.St. Malachy of Armagh  From Peter to PeterThe mountain matures.A monk on an islandHas the key to a likely finale.No blind he directsBut the church architect,Who to the world sentA ninefold contingent.Beyond the wall and […]

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Poems By Anna Bagriana

IT IS APPROXIMATELY THERE…   it is approximately therewhere God ran out of threads where land is not sewn to the skyand dangles as a teddy bear’s torn paw,another bit of someone else’s childhood   it is approximately therewhere the Lord’s handdoesn’t touch the shadow of a lonely treefelled by human hands just before the Holiday  this is something likeas if the sun knelt and beseeched […]

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Poems By TEODOZIA ZARIWNA

The Simple Things  The simple things are the most valuable: bread; graph ruled notebooks; wind reading a tree,flipping through its leaves… I do not wish to suffer to the point where I cry.  My eye follows a clock’s second hand.Why does it run so fast, like the enemy soldiers across my landand my own consciousness and hopes as if it is their home? Reddish stains on the ground […]

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poem by Valentina Lyulich

SUN OF UKRAINE Not a dream. Bad phantom shut the sky.            All the life has changed in only hour.         But this not dream will slip by,                  Have Ukraine  in  heart of our.                         Sirens’ cry is louder than a prayer .                  Guns’ whistle destroys the whole day.             Ukrainian souls have enough lumen ,          To maintain our native Ukraine.          Weapon in soldier’s hands cries,             He gives children’s smiles.                      -What […]

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poems by Mardarovych Solomiia Bogdanivna

*** At the height of long-term dreams,on the steps of already blocked channels,five minutes to the spring sounds and colored lanternsI will carry a sheet with the inscription “hope”. Outside, the rain is playing in A minor,and the wind sways the broken and wet wings,five minutes to spring sounds and colored lanterns,I will carry a piece of paper with the […]

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