....and how should I forget you now?
My soul is standing on the verge,
Love's labelled poison and I bow ,to drink, enjoy the scrumtuous taste.
Such a bewildering poison I
Have never drunk since I'm alive.
Such pure sorrow and сompliance,
Such thirsty passion that it hurts,
Such screaming that I hear in silence ,
Such bright and shining light around,
Such starry nights wrapped in the sounds,
Infinity in just one day...
Out of my thoughts it could've been a novel,
How people love in the dead end.
All poems like the flowers thrown
Under your feet on the dry land...
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm honoured to be able to familiarise the whole world with the genius of a Ukrainian poetess Lina Kostenko. This is a very close, almost word for word translation. I haven't checked whether there is a professional translation made by a linguist. I simply didn't have time for this. I read the poem, and the words were immediately echoing in my heart in English.
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Comments1
That's the power, that's the example how Ukrainian women can love💙💛
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