The original Ukrainian version of this poem was read at Yaroslava’s wake. It’s a bit nationalistic, but it translates beautifully. Testament (Ukrainian: Zapovit) When I am dead, bury me In my beloved Ukraine, My tomb upon a grave mound high Amid the spreading plain, So that the fields, the boundless steppes, The Dnieper’s plunging shoreContinue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”
Daily Archives: September 25, 2006
My name is Natalia,
In the eyes of the law, I am a grown-up. I can vote, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and star in a pornographic feature if I so choose. I have a job, a budget, a car, a dog, a boyfriend, and number of suit jackets with pants to match. I also have a crush onContinue reading “My name is Natalia,”
Natalia A. 