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... »