Poetry - Issue 22 | April 2015

Two poems by Eugenia Hepworth Petty


I Know What Land This Is

I know what land this is  
These seeds of thistle
Chestnuts strewn among last year’s leaves

Frost regained consciousness at night
The sun is buried
The path is overgrown with thorns

How difficult is it to believe in the colorless flame of hands
I will stop to pray in the dead field
and the stars will fall around me

Source:
This cento is derived from poems in the anthology A Hundred Years of Youth: A Bilingual Anthology of 20th Century Ukrainian Poetry, Olga Luchuk and Michael M. Nayden editors; Litopys Press, 2000:
Ivan Franko, For the Album of Mrs. O.M.
Mykola Vorobiov, The Chase
Mykola Vorobiov, Cage—Balcony—Frost—Dream
Ivan Malkovych, Southern Ukraine
Volodymyr Svidinsky, Untitled
Vasyl Ruben, Untitled

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About the author

Eugenia’s travels have taken her to twenty-two countries on four continents. Much of her writing and artwork is influenced by her time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Ukraine in the mid-1990s, where she lived a rural village life without running water or internet access. She is the author of Pamyat Celo/Memory Village, and her writing and/or photography has been published or is forthcoming in journals such as Cascadia Review, The Pedestal Magazine, The Sun Magazine, and Terra Incognita.

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