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.||A Warning To Dissidents||3/6/2006|
|256.||A Tiny Glow||9/20/2004|
|257.||After 20 Years Of Marriage||5/12/2009|
|258.||A December Wish||2/11/2008|
|259.||Apollo’s Archaic Torso||5/4/2008|
Comments about Leo Yankevich
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.
Your thoughts will have become a crimson pond
that flows out of your gagged and bleeding head
until you find yourself afloat, beyond
the reach of billyclubs and flying lead.
Blest be the dawn, the luminous blue-slate,
the arch transfused by the glorious sun,
and blackbirds chanting hymnals in prickly bushes,
and rooks high over fields coughing up love.
Blest be the winds about the furrowed brow,
and the joyful whispers of dying leaves,
the maples staggered blissfully behind barbed fences
above the tombs of the newly redeemed.