Tag Archives: Ilya Kaminsky

At War with Words – Three Poems by the Ukrainian Poet Lyuba Yakimchuk and some More Words from Ilya Kaminsky

Crow, Wheels When the city was destroyed, they started fighting over the cemetery. It was right before Easter and wooden crosses over the freshly dug graves put out their paper […]

In Love with This World But Telling the Not-Always-Beautiful Truth of It – Some Wisdom and A Poem from Ukrainian American Poet Ilya Kaminsky – Part of an On-Going Series of Poems Dealing With War and Its Consequences

In a Time of Peace Inhabitant of earth for forty something years I once found myself in a peaceful country. I watch neighbors open their phones to watch a cop […]

A Love Poem to Lviv (Lvov, Lwowa) and Ukraine! And a Tribute (R.I.P.) to Adam Zagajewski (1945-2021) the Polish Poet, Born in Lviv When it Was Part of Poland

To go to Lvov (Jechać do Lwowa) To go to Lvov. Which station for Lvov, if not in a dream, at dawn, when dew gleams on a suitcase, when express […]

Czeslaw Milosz – A Tribute – Part Two – A Poem to Honour the Men and Women in Ukraine in Wartime, February 2022

Here is the great paradox of poetry and of the imaginative arts in general. Faced with the brutality of the historical onslaught, they are practically useless. Yet they verify our […]

We Must Write Love Poems in a Burning World – The Inspiring Poetry and Prose of American Poet Katie Farris

  Why Write Love Poetry in a Burning World To train myself to find, in the midst of hell what isn’t hell. The body, bald, cancerous, but still beautiful enough […]

To Put the Soul Right – A Poem (plus two others) by Caitlin Maude, With Thanks to Ilya Kaminsky for Sharing It

I Long For the Rhyme of Health I long for the rhyme of health a small fresh syllable a poultice of words to put the soul right and make the […]

So Much to Hear in DEAF REPUBLIC, Ilya Kaminsky’s Startling New Poetry Collection

We Lived Happily during the War 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 […]

Eyes Open, Uncovered to the Bone – Part One – A Poem by Linda Gregg

Confession. I am afraid to go on-line these days for fear of falling down the rabbit hole of April – Poetry Month. And the blogs pouring forth their bounty of […]