“…like kites holding tight / to the ruins…”
the way ice floats on a glass of juice"
“…like kites holding tight / to the ruins…”
the way ice floats on a glass of juice"
“…like kites holding tight / to the ruins…”
“…like kites holding tight / to the ruins…”
Not enough of my American poet friends have read her work.
#poets #Canada
@bdralyuk.bsky.social
Not enough of my American poet friends have read her work.
#poets #Canada
@bdralyuk.bsky.social
No need to contort this bright review of SIDETRACKED! www.complete-review.com/reviews/russ...
No need to contort this bright review of SIDETRACKED! www.complete-review.com/reviews/russ...
worldkidlit.org/2026/01/12/i...
worldkidlit.org/2026/01/12/i...
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When people die, they do not die alone.
They die along with their first kiss,
first combat
They take away their first day in the snow
-Yevgeny Yevtushenko, “People”
trans. Boris Dralyuk @bdralyuk.bsky.social
#everynightapoem
——
When people die, they do not die alone.
They die along with their first kiss,
first combat
They take away their first day in the snow
-Yevgeny Yevtushenko, “People”
trans. Boris Dralyuk @bdralyuk.bsky.social
#everynightapoem