Leo Yankevich

Bronze Star - 2,115 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Leo Yankevich Poems

1. Mary Magdalene 2/11/2008
2. Mary 5/7/2008
3. Market 4/5/2009
4. Summit 1/28/2013
5. Jacob's Ladder,1888 3/9/2013
6. Trees, Walking 3/9/2013
7. Ultima Thule 3/10/2013
8. Godfather 6/22/2013
9. Elegy For Hanns Breitenbach (1890-1945) 2/22/2014
10. Promised Land 3/9/2014
11. Before His Majesty 6/19/2014
12. The Bell-Toller 6/19/2014
13. A Hundred Since The First 8/15/2014
14. The Donetsk Morgue 8/28/2015
15. What They Found 8/28/2015
16. Buk Near Donetsk 8/28/2015
17. Lermontov, Verlaine, Trakl, Yesenin 8/28/2015
18. Do Not Shed Tears For The Drowned Boys 9/9/2015
19. Refugees 9/9/2015
20. Hindenburgstraße 8 9/9/2015
21. Kitten 11/1/2015
22. A Tree And Its Fruit 11/1/2015
23. Archie Bunker Rhymes 11/1/2015
24. Mother Europe 11/1/2015
25. Deep Sleep 11/1/2015
26. Your Mother’s Eyes, Your Father’s Chin 11/1/2015
27. Dream: Milosz 11/1/2015
28. Seven 11/10/2015
29. A Magic Mountain 11/20/2015
30. Neanderthal 11/22/2015
31. Nowica 12/6/2015
32. After Hieronymus Bosch 12/7/2015
33. Sunday Morning 1/10/2016
34. In Fear 2/1/2016
35. An Interview With The Oldest Man In Europe 2/5/2016
36. Holodomor,1932-1933 2/9/2016
37. December,1942 2/9/2016
38. St. Bartholomew's Church 2/9/2016
39. The Łemko Steeple 2/9/2016
40. Anonymous Rex 2/9/2016
Best Poem of Leo Yankevich

Apollo’s Archaic Torso

(after the German of Rainer Maria Rilke)

We have no knowledge of his ancient brow
where pippins ripen. Yet his torso gleams,
reflecting the candela, luminous streams
that yet pour from his gaze, his glance’s glow

still radiant, though dimmed. If not, his bare
breast would not blind you in the silent turn
of hip and thighs, a smile not flash and burn
through groins, his genitals not ever glare.

If not, this stone would seem deformed and small,
the light beneath his shoulder’s sudden fall
not seem a preying panther’s shimmering mane, ...

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Veterans’ Hospital

Some nights are never-ending hells
for these old veterans in our care.
We do not hand out pills, but shells,
as out of battlefields they stare
from over sixty years ago
on far-off Guam or Guadalcanal.
With trembling hands they try to show
how the bravest or youngest fell.
We console them with a cold cup,

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