The past becomes almost magically present again in this potent Ukrainian elegy
The Bread of Childhood
Grandmother’s pyrohy oozing cherries, the soil
Fragrant with spring,
These are the heart’s embroidered memories
Touched by the cry
Of a crane.
The past becomes almost magically present again in this potent Ukrainian elegy
The Bread of Childhood
Grandmother’s pyrohy oozing cherries, the soil
Fragrant with spring,
These are the heart’s embroidered memories
Touched by the cry
Of a crane.