Poetry
1st November 2022
Poetry
1 minute read
“My God forms battalions all night”
translated by Olena Jennings & Oksana Lutsyshyna
1st November 2022
1 minute read
My God forms battalions all night
Shoots with aim, leads battles
My God tolerates my curses,
And wipes his glasses.
My God doesn’t hide behind anyone
And lays a holy cover over the children.
My God buys coagulants.
And stands in line to give blood.
My God can’t sleep
As the whole country stands guard.
My God grants me permission not to forgive
And tells everything as it is.
MORE FROM THE AUTHOR
Poetry
“My God forms battalions all night”
by Marjana Savka
In this poem by Ukrainian poet Marjana Savka, we find the call for a realist God who fights, protects, and permits us to not forgive.
Poetry
“Child, hold your doll, hold your teddy bear, hold your kitty.”
by Marjana Savka
In this poem, on a train winding through a burnt world towards longed-for shelter, an adult pleads to a desperate child to hold their teddy, to not cry.
