A Voice: Selected Poems
Anzhelina Polonskaya is considered one of the freshest voices among young Russian poets. Unlike most of her contemporaries, she was not educated in the classic literary tradition, nor nurtured by the well-known Moscow and Petersburg journals. This has freed her from self-consciously struggling under the weight of her country's literary tradition, and her independent, even idiosyncratic, voice informs poems filled with sharp images, acute observations, and both the pains and joys of personal experience.
Drawn from her most recent Russian collections, A Voice: Selected Poems explores the poet's ongoing fascinations--desolate places, long journeys, a synesthesia of sensory stimulation, and the presence of death. Also on display is her Chekhovian gift for unexpected closure. This is a promising English-language debut from a poet already gaining international attention.
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The Monk and the Child
wake up and drink in the waters transparent fabric
The telephones silent as if murdered
A Bar Soldiers and Death
A night squashed like black currantsshadows frozen to earth
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Andrew Wachtel Anzhelina Polonskaya bark and basil bitter brew steeped blood body bouncing off boarded-up can’t cation Caucasus child color darkness into bunches dawn deaf darkness Death Dream of America drop Elegies ellipses EVANSTON exhausted face feral fish Frequently Dream frozen gulls hanging fingers happy heated by snow heretics blazed hot flash ice dancer Inside were portraits Iodine laid the blueness lips look Malakhovka Milky mocha monk Moscow mother’s night NORTHWESTERN UNIVERSITY novella Novitiates patient and ashamed poets Polonskaya was born postman quivering remain ripped rooms had squeezed Russian poetry Saga Salvatore send me glass sergeant shadow she’d silent smell smoke soldier someone’s souls steeped with oak stifling silken rooms sunset tattered telephone’s there’s today or tomorrow transom window trees Unbound Europe voice within walls vouchsafed white stones wafted through rooms wake walls like well-driven wasp We’re well-driven nails woman woman’s hands wrinkled