13th October 2022
Poetry
1 minute read
“Child, hold your doll, hold your teddy bear, hold your kitty.”
translated by Olena Jennings & Oksana Lutsyshyna
13th October 2022
1 minute read
Child, hold your doll, hold your teddy bear, hold your kitty.
The train moves like a long wounded snake. The cities are on fire.
The tea is in a canister. It has cooled off, but it is sweet.
The word desperation is longer than the word despair.
And where the earth burned, pity or forgiveness won’t grow,
On the branch of a dry tree burns mistletoe.
Child, they are waiting for us there. I don’t know who, but someone.
Bed, they prepare for us so that we can sleep in softness.
Child, we’ll cry there. But not here. Not yet.
Grief clenches the heart like a tourniquet.
You will see how everything will return. To our blossoming cities.
Child, hold your doll, hold your teddy bear, hold your kitty.