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• Title:Words for war : new poems from Ukraine / edited by Oksana Maksymchuk & Max Rosochinsky, with an introduction by Ilya Kaminsky and an afterword by Polina Barskova.
  
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• Other Contributors/Collections:Maksymchuk, Oksana, editor.
  Rosochinsky, Max, 1986- editor.
  Kaminsky, Ilya, 1977- writer of introduction.
  Barskova, Polina, writer of afterword.
  Walter de Gruyter & Co.
  
• Published/Created:Boston, MA : Academic Studies Press, 2017.
  

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  • Call Number: PG3934.4.W37
    
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• Library of Congress Subjects:War poetry, Ukrainian--Translations into English.
  Anti-war poetry, Ukrainian--Translations into English.
  Ukraine Conflict, 2014---Poetry.
  War and literature--Ukraine.
  
• Subject(s):Electronic books.
  
• Description:1 online resource.
  
• Series:Ukrainian studies (Boston, Mass.)
  
• Notes:Includes bibliographical references.
  Print version record and CIP data provided by publisher; resource not viewed.
  
• ISBN:9781618116673 (ebook)
  1618116673 (ebook)
  9781618116680 (open access)
  1618116681 (open access)
  9781618116666 (hardback)
  1618116665 (hardback)
  
• Contents:Frontmatter
  Contents
  Preface / Rosochinsky, Max / Maksymchuk, Oksana
  Introduction: "Barometers" / Kaminsky, Ilya
  ANASTASIA AFANASIEVA
  she says we don't have the right kind of basement in our building
  You whose inner void
  from Cold
  She Speaks
  On TV the news showed
  from The Plain Sense of Things
  Untitled
  Can there be poetry after
  VASYL HOLOBORODKO
  No Return
  Fly Away in the Shape of a Dandelion Seed
  The Dragon Hillforts
  I Pick up my Footprints
  BORYS HUMENYUK
  Our platoon commander is a strange man
  These seagulls over the battlefield
  When HAIL rocket launchers are firing
  Not a poem in forty days
  An old mulberry tree near Mariupol
  When you clean your weapon
  A Testament
  YURI IZDRYK
  Darkness Invisible
  Make Love
  ALEKSANDR KABANOV
  This is a post on Facebook, and this, a block post in the East
  How I love
  out of harm's way
  A Former Dictator
  He came first wearing a t-shirt inscribed "Je suis Christ"
  In the garden of Gethsemane on the Dnieper river
  A Russian tourist is on vacation
  Fear is a form of the good
  Once upon a time, a Jew says to his prisoner, his Hellenic foe
  KATERYNA KALYTKO
  They won't compose any songs
  April 6
  This loneliness could have a name, an Esther or a Miriam
  Home is still possible there, where they hang laundry out to dry
  He Writes
  Can great things happen to ordinary people?
  LYUDMYLA KHERSONSKA
  Did you know that if you hide under a blanket and pull it over your head
  How to describe a human other than he's alone
  The whole soldier doesn't suffer
  A country in the shape of a puddle, on the map
  Buried in a human neck, a bullet looks like an eye, sewn in
  that's it: you yourself choose how you live
  I planted a camellia in the yard
  One night, a humanitarian convoy arrived in her dream
  When a country of
  overall
  nice people
  Leave me alone, I'm crying. I'm crying, let me be
  the enemy never ends
  every seventh child of ten
  he's a shame
  you really don't remember Grandpa
  but let's say you do
  BORIS KHERSONSKY
  explosions are the new normal, you grow used to them
  all for the battlefront which doesn't really exist
  people carry explosives around the city
  way too long the artillery and the tanks stayed silent in their hangars
  when wars are over we just collapse
  modern warfare is too large for the streets
  My brother brought war to our crippled home
  Bessarabia, Galicia, 1913-1939 Pronouncements
  MARIANNA KIYANOVSKA
  I believed before
  in a tent like in a nest
  we swallowed an air like earth
  I wake up, sigh, and head off to war
  The eye, a bulb that maps its own bed
  Their tissue is coarse, like veins in a petal
  Things swell closed. It's delicious to feel how fully
  Naked agony begets a poison of poisons
  HALYNA KRUK
  A Woman Named Hope
  like a blood clot, something catches him in the rye
  someone stands between you and death
  like a bullet, the Lord saves those who save themselves
  OKSANA LUTSYSHYNA
  eastern europe is a pit of death and decaying plums
  don't touch live flesh
  he asks
  don't help me
  I Dream of Explosions
  VASYL MAKHNO
  February Elegy
  War Generation
  On War
  On Apollinaire
  MARJANA SAVKA
  We wrote poems
  Forgive me, darling, I'm not a fighter
  january pulled him apart
  OSTAP SLYVYNSKY
  Lovers on a Bicycle
  Lieutenant
  Alina
  1918
  Kicking the Ball in the Dark
  Story (2)
  Latifa
  A Scene from 2014
  Orpheus
  LYUBA YAKIMCHUK
  Died of Old Age
  How I Killed
  Caterpillar
  Decomposition
  He Says Everything Will Be Fine
  Eyebrows
  Funeral Services
  Crow, Wheels
  Knife
  SERHIY ZHADAN
  from STONES
  We speak of the cities we lived in
  Now we remember: janitors and the night-sellers of bread
  from Why I am not on Social Media
  Needle
  Headphones
  Sect
  Rhinoceros
  Third Year into the War
  Three Years Now We've Been Talking about the War
  A guy I know volunteered
  Three years now we've been talking about the war
  So that's what their family is like now
  Sun, terrace, lots of green
  The street. A woman zigzags the street
  Village street
  gas line's broken
  At least now, my friend says
  Thirty-Two Days Without Alcohol
  Take Only What Is Most Important
  Traces of Us
  Afterword: "On Decomposition and Rotten Plums: Language of War in Contemporary Ukrainian Poetry" Polina Barskova
  Authors
  Translators
  Glossary
  Geographical Locations and Places of Significance
  Notes to Poems
  Acknowledgements
  Acknowledgement of Prior Publications
  Index