Posted: 20 Oct 2016 12:13 PM PDT
South of the Walls We Fought
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
"South of the wall we foughtã€€
North of the city we diedã€€
Dead in the wastes unburied for crows to eat â€” we rotã€€
Call to the crows for usã€€
Say â€” cry for these strangers brave and trueã€€
Dead in the wastes to go unburiedã€€
Their rotting flesh has no escape from you" ã€€
The water is deep ã€€roiling and moiling
The reeds in darknessã€€ spread and sway
Here fearless horsemenã€€ fought to the death
Their weary mountsã€€ still pace and neigh
"They've built guardposts at the bridgeã€€
Now the people can't go northã€€
And the people can't go southã€€
We want to be loyal â€” but how? ã€€
How can we harvest the grainã€€how can our master eat?
We hoped to be loyal subjectsã€€but what can we do now?"
"I think of you â€” my faithful subjectsã€€
My faithful men â€” how could I not?ã€€
At dawn â€” you set off to attackã€€
Night fell â€” you never came back"ã€€
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Posted: 20 Oct 2016 03:57 AM PDT
On Her Own
By Lera Yanysheva
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
I sit at home and on my own.
I'd hoped to start a family.
The men said I was quite a lady
But years have had their way with me.
My little sisters are still young.
My baby brother is a kid.
My mother has been dead for years.
My father is an invalid.
God, what am I supposed to do?
I can't just leave them on their own.
Who else will put bread on the table?
Who else can work? It's me alone.
I did have men propose to me.
My father wouldn't let me though â€”
"I'm begging you: stay for the children.
We'll end up starving if you go."
The tears keep running down like water,
A fire has burned my heart clean through.
I'm no young woman anymore.
My darling, lover, where are you?
It's pointless. I can't be with you
When I have got this family.
And I have got to think of them.
The household has no head but me.
It's awful but sometimes I think of
Running off with a gadjo man!
You girls are raising your own girls now
And I'm stuck at a market-stand.
Here men all look at me with pity
And mutter "goddamn tragedy"
And my black hair begins to whiten.
Here I am getting...elderly.
The tears keep running hot as water
Oh God! What could I do but give....
I'm old now, after what I've lived through,
But never had a life to live.