Leo Yankevich Poems
|244.||Baroque Nativity Scene||3/13/2011|
|245.||A Hater Learns About Love||7/27/2010|
|247.||No Flowers, No Doves||9/22/2004|
|250.||After The Old Masters||2/7/2009|
|251.||Break Of Dawn||2/13/2008|
|252.||An Autumn Evening||12/26/2007|
|254.||At A Suicide’s Grave(1869-1897)||8/13/2009|
|255.||After 20 Years Of Marriage||5/12/2009|
|256.||A Warning To Dissidents||3/6/2006|
|257.||A Tiny Glow||9/20/2004|
|258.||A December Wish||2/11/2008|
|259.||Apollo’s Archaic Torso||5/4/2008|
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A December Wish
You hear the sound of carols from afar.
Bright bulbs and tinsel, cinnamon and cloves.
Beyond a hill of snow you see a star.
Here you can look at stacks of Christmas trees,
buy nuts and raisins, fruit from nearby groves,
cards inscribed in gold: “joy, love and peace.”
And you can eat kielbasa from a spit
as fat drips sizzling in makeshift stoves
and zlotys are exchanged and butts are lit.
Here you can watch fat women slaughter fish
if you stand in the line and bear the shoves,
pretending that you really have a wish.
And for a moment you ...
A Warning To Dissidents
Yes, pretty soon now they’ll be at your door.
They’ve orders and a warrant after all.
It doesn’t matter. You’ll be on the floor,
your wife and children having watched you fall.
Just then you’ll notice fallen scraps and crumbs,
the beauty of your startled wife’s pale feet,
the Celtic Crosses on your daughter’s thumbs,
the food above that you will never eat.