Поетична візитка/Poetry business card - Oleksandra (Lesya) Bakun/Леся Бакун

Reading three poems in Krasnogruda, in the prominent Polish poet and essayist Czesław Milosz's family estate.
Film by Marcin Pawlukiewicz as a result of my writer's residence with Borderland Foundation/Fundacja Pogranicza.
Читаю три вірші в домі родини Чеслава Мілоша в Красногруді.
Фільм створений в результаті резиденції в співпраці з фундацією Пограниччя. Робота Марчіна Павлукєвіча.

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Ти повернешся, мамо...
Dziś śmierć umarła/
pierwszym dźwiękiem kukułki/
powracasz mamo
Krzysztof Czyżewski
Żegaryszki.
Ти повернешся, мамо.
Ти, кого знала і любила
Кого поважала і цінувала
над усе
Ти, недосяжна
науковець світового рівня
ти, зі знанням і зв’язками, які неможливо уявити
Та, від якої дізнавалась про світ
Зв’язки між мовами
Створення світу
Історію
Моєї країни
Моєї сім’ї
Мене.
Ти, божество
Неймовірно вища
за кожного з нас
Та, велич якої
неможливо навіть усвідомити
Ти, творець
усього світу
самого буття
велична
Ти зможеш повернутись
і стати знову
собою
усвідомиш, що це
маєш зробити
ти
ніхто
крім тебе
зможеш віднайти себе
викопати себе -
смарагд - із мотлоху
навчитись
бути
зараз
Не жити в 90х
у 60х
у відсутності
будь-яких
років
Зрозуміти, що смерть -
померла сьогодні.
Але ти - жива.
Красногруда
Травень 2022
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Death has died today /
With the first sound of the cuckoo /
you are coming back mom
Krzysztof Czyżewski
Żegaryszki.
You'll be back, Mom.
You, whom I used to know and love
Whom I have respected and valued
above all
You, the unreachable
a world-class scientist
you, with knowledge and connections
that are unimaginable
The one from whom I have learned about
the world
Links between languages
the world creation
The history of
My country
My family
Me.
You, a goddess
Incredibly higher
than any of us
The one greatness of which
is impossible to even realize
You, the creator
Of the entire world
The existence itself
Majestic
You can come back
and become again
yourself
you will realize
that it needs to be done
by you
no one
except you
you will be able to
find yourself
to dig yourself -
an emerald -
out of rubbish
learn
to be
now
Not to live in the 90s
in the 60s
in the absence
of any
years
Understand that death -
has died today.
But you - are alive.
Krasnogruda
May 2022

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Refugee in my own country
I am Kharkiv
I am Volnovakha
I am Kyiv
I am the blocked Mariupol on the verge of humanitarian catastrophe
I am the completely destroyed
City of Shchastia -
That is literally translated as "happiness" -
Where people have to sit in the bomb shelters
Because nothing else is preserved
And the Russian troops are not letting them out
I am Ukraine
I am a fighter
I am a refugee
In my own country
What's in the minds of Russians?
9 years ago, I was in Strasbourg, France.
7 years ago, I was in Dublin, Ireland.
2 years ago, I was in Istanbul, Turkey.
Today, I am
In an internally displaced people centre
In a city that I cannot even publicly disclose
For the safety of too many families
Who are fleeing from war.
"The Ukrainian IT company N has left the markets of Russia and Belarus forever."
We should have done it 8 years ago.
We should have done it 31 years ago.
A lot of my friends are switching from Russian to Ukrainian.
We should have done that 31 years ago
So that no one comes to "protect us."
I am the gasoline
that Nato sent us
Instead of closing the sky -
Apparently, so that we can burn
The Budapest Memorandum.
We have seen the real face of Russians
Again
They negotiated green corridors
And started shelling from the heavy weaponry;
Evacuation is canceled.
"I wish you survival,
Health
And the closed sky above you."
07.03.2022
Sv--sk, Ukraine
First presented (and improvised on) the Scottish poetic open mic "Like the Blot from the Blue."
Thank you for the transcription to Jacqueline Morrey-Grace