#Ukrainian Poet

[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

[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.

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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. 

[mikhail-sytnyk-fonds]

Translation by Maria Petina.

Kind of heart

I am not Esenin, not Susura Not Lermontov or Fet. I am just, by my nature A dear, no name poet.

To love, I know how to in my own ways, I don’t learn this from others I laugh, I miss and I hurt And often cry without any reasons

I am not kidding, But maybe I am lying, And maybe this love is not worth it Nor worth that I’m writing to you.

But everyone judges in their own ways, And where necessary, offer praise And where it should hit, it can I’m also asking - not to pity

I don’t love this stubbornness Or slime of knowledge Frankly I will tell you The kind of heart these poems go. [1937]

[thepoetrycurator]

Excerpt from the poem "We'll Not Die in Paris" by Natalka Bilotserkivets, translated by Dzvinia Orlowsky.

From IN THE HOUR OF WAR: POETRY FROM UKRAINE edited by Carolyn Forche and Ilya Kaminsky.

[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.

[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

[mykolahohols]

𐔌 . 🎀 introduction of a loser ☆꒱

⟡　◞　I usually go by Rhys West but I use other pen names as well .

✦　　౨౿　I LOVE CLASSIC LITERATURE 📚　﹒ 　︵︵

⤷　　My favourite authors are many but I ESPECIALLY love Nikolai Gogol, Franz Kafka & Fyodor Dostoevsky 💖 　　𓏵

ıllı　, .　ﾉ　I post memes and shitposts related to literature therefore do not expect very aesthetic posts from my blog! :

.　, ˚ —　::　I swear a lot and use reclaimed slurs on my blog﹒

リ﹒Ꮺ — ♡﹒;　I am a minor ergo I attend school so I don't post frequently﹒✧﹒

☆﹒ꕀ﹔I also enjoy anime, manga, reading, writing, drawing, and journaling! ﹒ꕀ﹒

ꕀ﹒ᶻz ; I love seals as well, you may see a lot of those fellas 🦭 !!

___ ★ my carrd for more info about me : : ___ 💬

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"It makes no difference to me, / If I shall live or not in Ukraine..."

Read the original Ukrainian text here | Read the English translation here

Reblog for a larger sample size!

[dontforgetukraine]

“You just have to. You have to be here or not, to exist or not, to breathe or suffocate. That is why I am at war.”

—Maksym Kryvtsov

Source: Acclaimed poet killed defending Ukraine

[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(����)

Beat ('poison') by the hills collective

Cover, Artwork by Andrej Gojda

[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

[koyuki-anima]

Telegram- 👉🏻 👈🏻 https://t.me/yumirryu

[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”

[gardenofchrome]

Vent

I am the flag

Planted in the ground

Perestan sporit

Ty govorish kak tvoy otets

I don’t budge

Even against the roaring wind

Ty ne znayesh

O chem govorish

Ty rebenok

I am a sign

An achievement

Reaching something new

Khvatit

Tebe tak povezlo zhitv etoy strane

Kogda tebya mogli bombit

TRANSLATION:

Stop arguing,

You sound like your father

You don’t know

Of what you speak

You are a child

Enough

You don’t know how lucky you are to live in this country

When you could be getting bombed instead