Friday, April 1, 2022

Our National Poetry Month Series for 2022 Kicks off With One for Ukraine

It’s National Poetry Month Again!  If you have been visiting here for a while, you know what that means—it’s our 11th annual round-up of daily doses of verse!  If you are new, here’s the scoop.  Every day all month I will feature poets and their poems.  I aim to be as broad and inclusive as possible to style, subject, period, gender, race, and neglected voices

I don’t want just a parade of the usual dead white men, but a lot of them did write some damn fine poetry, so they have their place here too.  As always, selections follow my own tastes and whims.  Yours may be different.  But I am open toeager for—suggestions, especially for contemporary writers.  I do not subscribe to dozens of little magazines or prowl the internet for poetry posts.  I often only stumble on new and unknown poets and I am sure I miss some great stuff.  Please feel free to turn me on to some. 

Here is a challenge—Poets, send me your own best stuff be it personal, political, or polemical I don’t and can’t promise to use everything.  E-mail me at

Lyuba Yakimchuk in Aberdeen Scotland recently reading and speaking out for Ukraine.

This year we will segue from our March Women’s History Month posts to poetry via the important work of Ukrainian poet Lyuba Yakimchuk whose poem Prayer based on her personal experiences has caught the riveted attention of readers around the world.

Yakimchuk was born and raised in Pervomaisk, Luhansk Oblast, a small coal-mining town near Luhansk in Ukraine’s industrial east.  She graduated from the University of Luhansk and the National University of Kyiv-Mohyla Academy and won early attention for her verse.

Living and working in Kyiv (formerly known as Kiev in outdated geography texts) the cosmopolitan national capitol.  But in 2011 she happened to be home In Pervomaisk visiting her family when ethnic Russian separatists backed by the Putin regime in Moscow attacked and captured the city.  Her parents and sister became internally displaced—refugees in their own country.

This was part of the long simmering if often low-grade war for the border regions coveted by Russia—the same one’s who “independence” was the declared objective for Putin’s “military operation” a/k/a invasion this year.  It was also this continuing conflict for which Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy begged for arms and aid from the former criminal U.S. President who tried to use the assistance as a bribe for the Ukrainian government digging up dirt of Joe Biden’s son Hunter.  Failure to provide the aid despite overwhelming support of Congress for it helped make Ukraine more vulnerable to the current war.

Apricots of Donbas was based on Yakimchuk's personal experiences 2011 during the Russian sponsored revolt in the eastern Ukraine region.

Yakimchuk’s book of poems, Apricots of Donbas in 2015 focused on that time and the conflict in the area based on her own experience and eyewitness accounts.  Reviewer Maria G. Rewakowicz in the Los Angeles Review of Books wrote that “…Yakimchuk come[s] from the conflict-ridden Donbas and…have emerged as the region’s trusted spokespersons.”  The book has been translated and published in Polish, Latvian, and English and further translations are in the pipeline.

Since then, her play The Wall was produced at the Ivan Franko National Academic Drama Theater in Kyiv. And she wrote the script for the film “Slovo” House: Unfinished Novel  in 2021), about Ukrainian artists living in the Slovo Building, persecuted by the Soviet totalitarianism against the backdrop of the Holodomor—also known as the Terror-Famine or the Great Famine, when Stalin’s policies in 1932 to 1933 killed millions of Ukrainians in the hope of depopulating the region and replacing its people with ethnic Russians.  Yakimchuk’s work has necessarily dealt with heavy topics.

When the current war broke out Yakimchuk was living with her husband Max Rosochinsky and 11 year-old son north of Kyiv.  She sent her son to relatives in the western city of Lviv.  Like all adult men her husband has stayed in country to serve in the military or in the civilian resistance.  She has managed to travel to speak at cultural events in Paris, Warsaw, and St. Andrews in Scotland and is rousing support for her nation and its people.  Despite the dangers she has vowed to return to Kyiv.

Her powerful poem Prayer was included in Apricots of Donbas.  It is remarkable that she mixed sadness and rage but also recognized the devastating costs to both sides of the war.

The English translation is by Oksana Maksymchuk and Yakimchuk’s husband Max Rosochinsky both award-winning literary translators, poets, and scholars. In 2017, they co-edited an anthology of Ukrainian poetry titled Words for War: New Poems from Ukraine.

Ukrainian refugees struggling to reach safety in Poland.

The Prayer

Our Father, who art in heaven
of the full moon
and the hollow sun

shield from death my parents
whose house stands in the line of fire 
and who won’t abandon it
like a tomb

shield my husband
on the other side of the war 
as if on the other side of a river
pointing his gun at a breast
he used to kiss

I carry on me this bulletproof vest
and cannot take it off
it clings to me like a skin

I carry inside me his child
and cannot force it out
for he owns my body through it

I carry within me a Motherland
and cannot puke it out
for it circulates like blood 
through my heart 

our daily bread give to the hungry
and let them stop devouring one another

our light give to the deceived
and let them gain clarity 

and forgive us our destroyed cities 
even though we do not forgive for them our enemies

and lead us not into temptation
to go down with this rotting world 
but deliver us from evil 
to get rid of the burden of a Motherland – 
heavy and hardly useful

shield from me 
my husband, my parents
my child and my Motherland

—Lyuba Yakimchuk

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