For the shrew = Dli͡a zemleroĭki
For the shrew = Для землеройки : poems by Anna Glazova ; translated from Russian by Alex Niemi.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Glazova, Anna, author.

Contributor:

Niemi, Alex, translator, writer of afterword.

Language:

English

Russian

Genre:

Poetry.

Physical Description:

143 pages ; 21 cm

Other Title:

Dli͡a zemleroĭki

Для землеройки

Place of Publication:

[Brookline, MA] : Zephyr Press, [2022]

Language Note:

Parallel text in Russian and English.

Contents:

Machine generated contents note: Almost Backwards

If he'd only known

In a space

A dark, damp impression

Of a full life

Woven from leftover string

something

The Dead

Everything has always happened before

Before dawn, light crashes into your body and can't move on

She put on the earrings from her wedding

Cracks brimming with an azure too deep

Like heavy singing from underground

The empty space left by a loved one

Putrid air swirls

Misery, wander in my head

Suffered the nightshade from his soul

Who wouldn't want to be formed

For the Shrew

In a bee's mind exists

Lightning never leaves

Strengthen the hand

Humus births the sour air of respiration

The table is rolled out, swept clean with a brush

A minute lasts

Mealy grain

The superior sun will never move

Better not squeeze your hand because a handful

The shrew-vulture

North

Forked sight

Dyed the linen

A clear gesture beyond what was overheard

When everything is its opposite

The night-time barrier between you and a dark mind

Hole after hole in the ice along the river

White inlaid behind the eye

Isn't it a bit late for you, red maple leaves

Miracles: a sorrowful flax

Light doesn't make it far in our house

Overheard

Everything bursts

The main thing is to choose the right bitterness

To go out into the dark

Far from dawn

Red human speech

When the world constricts you

At night, snow roars from on high

You can't kill two words with one stone

Ear to the waterpipe

Just try to make out the whisper of your own skeleton

Thread your fingers into loops

When you find the sleeper in the forest

Part of a Whole

The lake washes the clear water with foam from above

From birth, a sea star is crucified

Someone examines

Is the whole deaf, if the hem of a dress

Year after year

It's only when

The king of his own head

The heart is a receding pendulum

A sermon in the desert to something withered

It'd be nice to have some recognition by now

Waves knock against the heart

If the caterpillar swallows.

Notes:

Includes bibliographical references.

Non-Latin script record

ISBN:

1938890957

9781938890956

OCLC:

1273915998