{"id":2861,"date":"2022-05-24T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-24T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=2861"},"modified":"2022-05-23T18:53:53","modified_gmt":"2022-05-23T16:53:53","slug":"sonnets-to-my-rodina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2022\/05\/sonnets-to-my-rodina\/","title":{"rendered":"Sonnets to my Rodina"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Image:<\/strong> ‘Protests in Belarus’<\/a> \u00a9 Ang Bob. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author:<\/strong> Nadia K. Bauer<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I.
\u041a\u043e\u0433\u0434\u0430 \u0443\u0432\u0438\u0436\u0443 \u044f \u2014
The silver portal that you lock every night
With the same rusty nail
Olga laughing and you rolling your eyes
\u041a\u043e\u0433\u0434\u0430 \u043f\u043e\u0447\u0443\u0432\u0441\u0442\u0432\u0443\u044e \u044f \u2014
The humid moist the tall pinewoods
CAST alongside their shadows \u2014 on the little dachas
The smell of yellowed newspapers burning in the pechka
Will I ever UNsee \u2014
The marks of JAIL on his smudged face
Her mother\u2019s disappearance
The firebombs they threw just across the street,
Will I ever \u2014 on the earth of my liberated Rodina \u2014
STAND again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

II.
Hold me \u2014
Rodina moya
Give me SILU to watch you derive from under my feet.
Do not let go of your endless plains and of your
clear birch groves \u2014 of your teethless babushkas
who will keep \u2014 selling the same juicy blueberries
by the roadside \u2014 until I can embrace you again.
Let the shadows of the gaol bars slowly wash off his face.
Give her the strength to walk on our lines without me
\u2014 give her the strength to walk. \u0414\u0430\u0439 \u0438\u043c more years \u2014
rock them until I can take them in my arms from you.
To me, give \u043d\u0430\u0434\u0435\u0436\u0434\u0443 to believe
That I will feel my bare feet on your
WET and FREE earth again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Image: ‘Protests in Belarus’ \u00a9 Ang Bob. Author: Nadia K. Bauer I.\u041a\u043e\u0433\u0434\u0430 \u0443\u0432\u0438\u0436\u0443 \u044f \u2014The silver portal that you lock every nightWith the same rusty nailOlga laughing and you rolling your eyes\u041a\u043e\u0433\u0434\u0430 \u043f\u043e\u0447\u0443\u0432\u0441\u0442\u0432\u0443\u044e \u044f \u2014The humid moist the tall pinewoodsCAST alongside their shadows \u2014 on the little dachasThe smell of yellowed newspapers burning in the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002029,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[72],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-2861","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2022-spring","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2861","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002029"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2861"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2861\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2861"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2861"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2861"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}