Irina Ratushinskaya

For The Cry – Irina Ratushinskaya

For The Cry – Irina Ratushinskaya

For the cry from the well of ‘mama!’ For the crucifix torn from the wall, for the lie of your ‘telegrams’ when there’s an order for an arrest– i will dream of you, Russia. In the accursedness of your victories, in the anguish of your impotence, in the nausea of yo...

Believe me By Irina Ratushinskaya

Believe me By Irina Ratushinskaya

Believe me, it was often thus: In solitary cells, on winter nights A sudden sense of joy and warmth And a resounding note of love. And then, unsleeping, I would know A-huddle by an icy wall: Someone is thinking of me now, Petitioning the Lord for me. My dear ones, thank you all Who did not falter, w...

A frost-covered window By Irina Ratushinskaya

A frost-covered window By Irina Ratushinskaya

A frost-covered window! No spy-holes, nor walls, Nor cell-bars, nor the long endured pain – Only a blue radiance on a tiny pane of glass, A cast pattern – none more beautiful could be dreamt! The more clearly you looked the more powerfully blossomed Those brigand forests, campfires and birds! And ho...