poetry book devoted to American and Ukrainian writers Emily Dickinson and Lesia Ukrainka

One woman lived in those days

She  led the life

….Hard life

Which laid

the carpets….

made from thorns

Not from the silver light

 

She had survived a lot of strain

Her heart was torn apart

 She understood

that she  was called .

to lead  the folks inside…

the  storming sea 

with   srtenth of word

Of mingled joy  and  pain;

 

A scrap of happiness to win

She struck was every day

But she survived

And misery

 did soft descend at night

 

You ask me

What was she

That had a strength of men

She…. just  a poet ….no more

Short answer, but what sense….

***

I have a secret  spot

to lay my thoughts…

 It’s filled with tender beauty:

A running stream

And watchful bird….

 

A mist bangs over my thoughts,

And my imagination

Is moved by wind

To other lands,

discovering the  beauty….

 

I see the lake

before my eyes

It’s covered with a mist

            The treasured memories

             come back…

And I’m  in their heart…

My dreams are woven of gold

Bright carpets made of stars

Embroidered nights…

The lake asleep

The willows creek

                Sometimes….

I am in summer night…

***

          My dear poor  Emily,

Let say nice words to you…

Your poetry… your heritage…

Deserve the fame  for  you

Have met them once

They tear apart

and lift the best in  mind

 

Inspiring and beautful

They make me smile and cry

Your witty lines of poetry

Can  touch and move man’s heart

The Strings of soul can’t stay apart

Touched by immortal things

Deep love

 the sense of being

what better is than this

 

          Your words deserve 

Immortal life

Inside the human minds

Believe, we’ll not forget you

You mean us so much

 

                      ***

Once lived a girl

Whose soul was brave,

And  so   deep her heart.

Her heart  hold much,

That she could give

It for the people’s  life.

The simple  feather

 was her friend,

They never  felt apart.

Fragile and smart,

she coud combine,

all what is  will to life.

And she had dreams…

These dreams  were  bright ,

They  haunted   high in mind…

 To  fair land

  with magic wood,

and hills that very high.

The  magic   creatures came alive

And came to her estate.

 

 The first  she met

 was  Mavka  girl 

 the beauty of this land.

Her life was sweet,

Before she met

The boy

Who took her heart

 

The  heart was  broken by him

enchanted by his song,

it torn apart in misery-

she could not stand betray…

 

She has survived and stayed alive -

She had some thing  inside

That never dies …

And stays   alive…

It’s  immortality….

(devoted to Lesya Ukrainka)