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A great piece of poetry! Any ideas where I can find the English version? Cheers!
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Siarhei i() 23 2009 14:05
verszy Paetki: http://allpoetry.com/item/by/Vera+Rich/1?order=created_at+DESC
Siarhei i() 23 2009 14:45
Recipe for a miracle First take a land... There is no free space on the map, so search around For one that has vanished - eaten, eroded, nibbled To nothingness by its neighbours, take a language Spurned as a dialect, mix in a history Taught as the history of others, and a nation Long schooled to forget history, race and tongue; Knead these, and set aside to prove... Then take A flag of simple colours, colours of blood And bone, of bread and wine, water and fire, Colours of faith and love...add, too, a symbol Spurned and proscribed (and shared, be it said, with a neighbour!) Pour in a full measure of tears, distilled from griefs Both old and new: three birch-trees where four should stand, Children conceived under the Wormwood Star, And the bones and buttons and bullets of Windflower Hill; All these you must blend together, drop by drop, In the chalice of time... Then, on the day appointed (You will know it, friend, you will know!) when the world is looking Elsewhere, take the chalice, and carefully, very carefully, Trickle the contents into the risen dough And bake it in Clio's oven! Some at that moment Will counsel prudence, warn of the winter coming, Of warmth and light to be bought from a wealthy neighbour, Of idle workshops, goods that will find no buyer, And a world that often, so often, forgets to care! Ignore these oracles, friend! Prepare your loaf! Wrap it in linen, wreathe it around with cornflowers, Then call to your friends (they will all be friends on that day, Seven score and more of them!), cry you are coming To take the empty chair at their banquet table! Author notes This poem is about Belarus - a country with which I have been involved for 56 years. As the Belarusian SSR it was one of the 16 founder-members of the UN (though this, as with the Ukrainian SSR, another founder-member, was simply a Soviet ploy to get extra votes). Belarus became independent in 1991 when the Soviet Union fell apart - and for about three years began to build a democratic state. It was during this time that this poem was written. However, things changed significantly in 1994, when an authoritarian President (Alaksandar Lukashenka) came to power... The situation there is now - shall we say - far from ideal..indeed... and all those who love that poor country are now praying for another miracle - and in the meantime, doing all they can to help build democracy there. A few allusions - though the poem should I think work without explanations. "Windflower Hill" - Kurapaty... once a picnic ground on the edge of Minsk (the name is derived from the Belarusian for the anemones - wind-flowers, which grow there.) Local rumour had it that the site was used in 1937-41 for the execution of hundreds of thousands of victims of Stalin's purges. In the late 1980s, archaeologists excavated the site - and the rumours were proved to be correct. It was my task to translate their report into English. The Wormwood Star (from the Book of Revelations)"fell into the waters and poisoned a third part of them" (I quote from memory) The plant that in Belarusian is charnobyl, in Ukrainian chornobyl and in Russian chernobyl (and which gave its name to the ill-fated nuclear power station just south of the Belarusian/Ukrainian frontier) is a wild variety of wormwood - a tragic allusion that was quickly picked up by those most affected by the 1986 disaster. "Three birches where four should stand" - Belarus lost one-quarter of its population during World War II. Part of the national memorial complex to the victims consists of three birch-trees standing at corners of a square with the fourth corner empty.
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̳ i() . : ? Anhelkaj, alie u dus'y bielaruskaj Jaje saprau'dnaje imia bylo nie Viera a "Faith" - Faith Rich. Alie jana zvala siabie Viera , na bielaruski maner
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