Steve Komarnyckyj

 

 

Spring is icumen in

 

For JK

 

I called your name

And  the goldfinches twirled ribbons

Of song

Scissoring the air

A robe

Of silk

Of fire

Emptying their hollow bones of music

Offering the chance melody of twilight

 

I called your name

And the goldfinches stitched its syllables to the stars

And bore you on wings of flame

Now you are the gold of dusk,

The silence where songs happen.

 

 

 

 

 

Steve Komarnyckyj‘s literary translations and poems have appeared in Index on Censorship, Modern Poetry in Translation and many other journals. He is the holder of two PEN awards and a highly regarded English language poet whose work has been described as articulating “what it means to be human” (Sean Street). He runs Kalyna Language Press with his partner Susie and three domestic cats.

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