Julia Klimenova

Rookie (June 4,1984 / Moscow, Russia)

Julia Klimenova Poems

1. And She Cried... Nearly 7/24/2008
2. Simultaneity 7/3/2009
3. City Dwellers 4/9/2008
4. Less 1/3/2008
5. 'Love' And 'Hate' 1/9/2008
6. In A Café On A Bridge 7/24/2008
7. The Three Of Us 7/22/2007
8. Dream 3/8/2006
9. The Ultimate Surrealist 7/19/2007
10. Some Day 6/11/2006
11. Heathen 4/13/2006
12. In, Out, And In-Between 3/1/2006
13. I Hear A Character Speak 3/21/2006
14. It Was Late Spring 2/16/2006
15. Why Fall? 2/26/2006
16. Tango 3/13/2006
17. The Burden 2/27/2006
18. From 'Theirs' To 'Mine' 3/18/2006
19. The Face 2/8/2006
20. Through The Fields I Went 2/12/2006
21. No Terminus 1/28/2006
22. Watching A Sunset 4/24/2006
23. A Portrait 2/18/2006
24. Full 8/3/2006
25. Wordless 1/28/2006
26. 'Want' And 'Must' 2/3/2006
27. I Tame My Fears 2/2/2006
28. Reclaimed 1/31/2006
29. It Has All Been Written Already 4/9/2006
30. Does It Still Exist? 3/4/2006
31. Solitude 2/23/2006
32. Like Works Of Art 3/27/2006
33. A Brooch 2/20/2006

Comments about Julia Klimenova

  • M S (6/27/2006 9:28:00 AM)

    Julia, please post some of your poetry in Russian. О ч е н ь х о ч е т с я п о ч и т а т ь !

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  • Michael Shepherd (2/8/2006 5:51:00 AM)

    Julia, welcome! Your command of English, poetic English, enables us to meet your thoughts in full. I look forward to reading your poems. You probably know that everyone around the world who reads Russian literature in translation feels that they are 'honorary Russians' in their heart...

  • Simone Smit (2/1/2006 2:49:00 AM)

    Julia - you have an incredible talent of capturing beauty. 'doomed to joy' and 'wordless' reminded me that if you open yourself to the world, it will speak to you in many languages.

Best Poem of Julia Klimenova

A Brooch

My grandma had a dark blue brooch.
It was just glass, few pennies' worth.
Held to the light, it flashed, as bright
As all the diamonds on earth.
My 'treasure chest' full to the brim
Had all the wonders of the world,
The magic brooch there reigned supreme,
Though no one heard the tales it told.
Its every facet was to me
An invitation to the ball,
Where ladies dance in evening gowns
And shadows flutter on the wall.
My grandma said, 'One day I'll go
Then you'll have all my jewels, dear.'
She sounded proud, as if proclaimed
Me heiress to the throne. ...

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I Tame My Fears

I tame my fears
Accepting them
I get to know them
By degrees.
I walk them and observe
Without unleashing,
Keep at bay,
And learn to see
The lap-dog

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