Yana Djin: We will walk in the Riverside Park
We will sit hand in hand on a bench
old and pure,
sinful, human, drenched
in life that offered no cure.
Anna Akhmatova: Lot’s Wife
“It’s not too late, you can still look back
at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed.”
Yana Djin: Love
what i have asked, Lord, you have granted
thank you for the days
and nights
for the rays
that fall slanted
across the face
Yana Djin: April Elegy
again April is here
with its sun of brass
and its moon of steel
Yana Djin: “Days are so slow, adoni, so slow”
Days are so slow, adoni, so slow, each moment like eternity spreads and lingers In the dusk leaves like golden suns shiver and glow, and you lie still, watch the … Continue reading