UKRAINE POEMS

Don Juan - Canto The Seventh.

O Love! O Glory! what are ye who fly
Around us ever, rarely to alight?
There 's not a meteor in the polar sky
Of such transcendent and more fleeting flight.
.....

George Gordon Byron

Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five

Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,
Coiling up and down like an iron serpent
That rears now its torso, now its head,
The armed horsemen breast the prairie grass. --
.....

Juliusz Slowacki

A La Gloire Du Vent

- Toi qui t'en vas là-bas,
Par toutes les routes de la terre,
Homme tenace et solitaire,
Vers où vas-tu, toi qui t'en vas ?
.....

Emile Verhaeren

Native Homeland

in one's native language of singing songs
as mom's song still sounds and today
ukrainian words to write verses
as dad's words melody sounds
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Nata Ly

Ukraine Rain (the Holodomore 1932-33)

The Ukraine rain fell long and hard
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed
Were tears of red
.....

Alan S Jeeves

Ukraine Is Native Homeland

Ukraine is Native Homeland
for years you are rewarded our land
fertile land, forests, steppes, rivers, lakes, seas and mountains
and we are your children have enjoyed
.....

Nata Ly

Prayer

you hear elements of prayers
mountains, stars, trees and grasses whisper quiet
sing and praise everything
life water spirits
.....

Nata Ly

It's Pointless Man

(святой)
•••
Eric was a con man
Travelled to LA
.....

Sergei Stepanov

Aspen Tree

Aspen Tree, your leaves glance white into the dark.
My mother's hair was never white.

Dandelion, so green is the Ukraine.
.....

Paul Celan

The Age Of Bronze

I.

The "good old times" - all times when old are good -
Are gone; the present might be if they would;
.....

George Gordon Byron

Prayer

You hear elements of prayers
And at sunsat the Angles sing
Let’s pray for peace on Earth
Let’s pray for Ukraine friends
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Nata Ly

The World's Homage

If every tongue that speaks her praise
For whom I shape my tinkling phrase
Were summoned to the table,
The vocal chorus that would meet
.....

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Cry, My Beloved Kyiv

bring back the blue skies
coloured red
by rages of bloody wars

.....

Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu