
Literary classics aren’t always created by the greying elder statesmen and women of the writing world. You know the ones. They’re all wise and wrinkly and impassive, and woe betide the scholar who dares mount an honest critique of their bodies of work.
You see, literary classics are also written by upstart youngsters. These youngsters are full of vitality and creativity. They live fully awake and fully aware during these very difficult times. Nothing escapes their notice and they’re unafraid to share what they really think. They walk among us right now, breathing, smiling and crying, loving and hating, experiencing the full range of their humanity without apology.
This series presents names that you won’t find in textbooks or on Wikipedia, but these are the very youngsters who are creating modern Ukrainian literature right now. Trust us, you will want to check them out because it’s only a matter of time before they become household names. When we go back to these writers in two hundred years, we have no doubt that they’ll be mentioned in the same breath as luminaries such as Taras Shevchenko and Lesya Ukrainka.
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I want the soberness of peace, like an ant,
that stubbornly conquers the elbow peak
and isn’t afraid to fall.
I want the firmness of peace, like a daisy,
that observes the sun
and isn’t afraid of a human footstep.
I want the lightness of peace, like a leaf,
that carelessly plays with the wind
and isn’t afraid of the Fall.
I want the heaviness of peace, like an apple,
that jumps off the branch
and isn’t afraid to roll underfoot.
I want the turbulence of peace, like a stream,
that untiringly swirls
and isn’t afraid of drought.
I want the slowness of peace, like these words,
that flow letter by letter from
the timid mind,
the bizarre mind,
that doesn’t let me pass into sleep.
My peace got lost,
like a toy on a children’s playground.
When you find it,
leave it at the address on the back page:
at the door of the house that’s been gone a while.
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Без назви
Хочу тверезого спокою, як у мурашки,
що вперто підкорює вершину ліктя
і не боїться впасти.
Хочу міцного спокою, як у маргаритки,
що споглядає сонце
і не боїться людського кроку.
Хочу легкого спокою, як у листка,
що безтурботно бавиться вітром
і не боїться осені.
Хочу важкого спокою, як у яблука,
що зістрибує з гілки
і не боїться скотитись під ноги.
Хочу бурхливого спокою, як у потічка,
що нуртує невтомно
і не боїться посухи.
Хочу повільного спокою, як у цих словах,
що літера за літерою витікають з
полохливого розуму,
химерного розуму,
що не дає забутись вві сні.
Загубився мій спокій,
ніби забавка на дитячому майданчику.
Коли знайдете його,
залиште за адресою зі зворотного боку:
на порозі дому, якого давно нема.
Original poem by SOFIIA LENARTOVYCH
Translation by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2024






Many many thanks for the translation. Heart rending.
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Many thanks for reading as always, Crispina. We definitely need to keep getting the word out there.
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Keep up the good work!
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Цей вірш розриває моє серце. Я молюся за кінець цієї трагедії і за вашу безпеку.
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Дуже дякую, дорога Доллі. Ваші коментарі надзвичайно надихають. Останні роки в мене небагато натхнення для власних віршів, проте я щаслива, що можу промовляти до світу вустами інших поетів та поеток з України. І розповідати світові про те, що зараз тут відбувається та що відчувають люди. 💔
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Люба Танечко, як твій вибір поетів для представлення, так і твій переклад бездоганні. Я ціную кожне слово та зображення, а також кожен раз, коли ти з’являєтеся в блозі. Мої думки і молитви завжди з тобою. Будь здоровa і будь в безпеці!
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This is so beautiful and emotional. It’s crazy that to this day, wars are on going. Shouldn’t we know better now? Shouldn’t we be doing better? Or have peace gone on for so long we forget to appreciate it until something as tragic as a war happens? Other places never seem to know peace and that is even crazier and sadder 😔
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I couldn’t agree more, Maria. And while democracy does have its flaws, it’s about the best thing we have for ensuring peace for all. But, like so many things in this world, it’s fragile and constantly needs to be defended. What a mess this world is.
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Well said Tony. We’ve made such a mess.
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Great poem!
Many thanks to Tati
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And many thanks to you for reading, Luisa!
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You are so very welcome ❣️🙏❣️
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This is so powerful!
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We quite agree! Tati felt that our readers really needed to experience this wonderful poet’s work for themselves!
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Thanks for sharing.
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I agree. The imagery is very vivid and easy to understand. I hope that she is doing alright.
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So do we, my friend.
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