Poems — Words for War: New Poems from Ukraine

POEMS

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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
That's my home. . .
Can there be poetry after. . .
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No Return
I Fly Away in the Shape of a Dandelion Seed
The Dragon Hillforts
I Pick up my Footprints
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Our platoon commander is a strange man. . .
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
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Darkness Invisible
Make Love
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This is a post on Facebook. . .
How I love — out of harm’s way. . .
A Former Dictator
He came first wearing a t-shirt. . .
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. . .
And when the word's naturalness itself vanishes
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They won’t compose any songs. . .
April 6
This loneliness could have a name. . .
Home is still possible there. . .
He Writes
Can great things happen to ordinary people?
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Did you know that if you hide under a blanket. . .
How to describe a human other than he’s alone. . .
The whole soldier doesn’t suffer. . .
A country in the shape of a puddle. . .
Buried in a human neck, a bullet. . .
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. . .
the enemy never ends. . .
every seventh child of ten — he’s a shame. . .
you really don’t remember Grandpa. . .
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explosions are the new normal. . .
all for the battlefront which doesn’t really exist. . .
people carry explosives around the city. . .
way too long the artillery. . .
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
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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. . .
Things swell closed. . .
Naked agony begets a poison of poisons. . .
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A Woman Named Hope
like a blood clot, something. . .
someone stands between you and death. . .
like a bullet, the Lord saves those who save themselves
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eastern europe is a pit of death. . .
he asks, don’t help me. . .
I Dream of Explosions
Don’t touch live flesh. . .
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February Elegy
War Generation
On War
On Apollinaire
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We wrote poems. . .
Forgive me, darling, I’m not a fighter. . .
january pulled him apart. . .
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Lovers on a Bicycle
Lieutenant
Alina
1918
Kicking the Ball in the Dark
Story (2)
Latifa
A Scene From 2014
Orpheus
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Died of Old Age
How I Killed
Caterpillar
Decomposition
He Says Everything Will Be Fine
Eyebrows
Funeral Services
Crow, Wheels
Knife
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from Stones
Needle
Headphones
Sect
Rhinoceros
Third Year into 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
Traces of Us