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Yana Djin: “Doctorow” by Dmitry Melnikoff

Doctorow comes out onto the dark shore,
holding a hand over his worn-out heart

April 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

Yana Djin: The Dead Don’t Die | The Poetry of Dmitry Melnikoff

And they lie at the edge of light alone
at the place where snow never hits
Kahlo embraces Diego’s barebone
and they emanate heat.

April 3, 2021 · Leave a comment

Yana Djin: Tender are the nights

Tender are the nights spent in a haze.
Stone-cold the days. Sharp-cut.
In this city that reflects the rays
against its windows — constantly shut.

April 1, 2020 · Leave a comment

Yana Djin: And when I looked up at the sky

And when I looked up at the sky —
hazy and blind.
With the crescent purple and yellow like an eye
after a fight.

March 4, 2020 · 2 Comments

Yana Djin: Church Bell

A mere splinter I am,
a mere speck
without you
and your light.

January 29, 2020 · Leave a comment

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.

October 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

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.”

August 9, 2019 · 1 Comment

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

June 24, 2019 · 2 Comments

Yana Djin: April Elegy

again April is here
with its sun of brass
and its moon of steel

April 24, 2019 · Leave a comment

Yana Djin: The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie

Oh, to be one of those placid soulswho cozy up with a cup of pale teato warm the palate and washtheir hands off the day likeresigned Pilate in an armchairleft … Continue reading

April 8, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

January 2, 2019 · Leave a comment

Yana Djin: Sheep

I saw as they led my children away. To slaughter. One by one. I saw the sharp terror in the eyes of my daughter. As the master grabbed her by … Continue reading

December 5, 2018 · 3 Comments

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