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.
Yana Djin: Church Bell
A mere splinter I am,
a mere speck
without you
and your light.
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
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