Remembering Victoria Amelina, killed in a Russian airstrike in Ukraine.
I heard Scott Simon this weekend with an opinion piece…
The tragedy itself grabbed me,
Her perspective being a writer that had turned to poetry rang true,
And as we honor her memory,
This is from her poem “About A Crow,” translated by Uilleam Blacker:
In a barren springtime field
Stands a woman dressed in black
Crying her sisters’ names
Like a bird in the empty sky
She’ll cry them all out of herself.
The one that flew away too soon
The one that had begged to die
The one that couldn’t stop death
The one that has not stopped waiting
The one that has not stopped believing
The one that still grieves in silence
She’ll cry them all into the ground
As though sowing the field with pain
And from pain and the names of women
Her new sisters will grow from the earth
And again will sing joyfully of life
But what about her, the crow?
She will stay in this field forever
Because only this cry of hers
Holds all those swallows in the air
Do you hear how she calls,
Each one by her name?