Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,448 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Leo Yankevich Poems

201. The Idiot 9/20/2004
202. Quasimodo 9/20/2004
203. Heraclitus 3/16/2009
204. The Condemned House 3/16/2009
205. Sarajevo Sonnet 7/27/2010
206. Passenger Pigeons 12/13/2007
207. Obituary 9/20/2004
208. Eden 4/10/2011
209. Exile 5/3/2008
210. Burn 9/4/2012
211. Draza Bregovich 3/18/2007
212. Philosopher 9/20/2004
213. Papa's Dying 9/20/2004
214. The Birdman Of Gdansk 7/18/2010
215. The Bell 9/4/2012
216. The Moth 5/7/2008
217. Moscow,1928 7/27/2010
218. Mother In The Garden 3/16/2009
219. Cracow 7/18/2010
220. Swallows 2/25/2010
221. Beasts 3/10/2013
222. The Garrett Loft 6/7/2011
223. Angel 1/28/2013
224. Tikkun Olam* 7/27/2010
225. Ezra Pound Enters The Tent 12/24/2007
226. Clarity 4/6/2011
227. St. Martin’s Cemetery 2/11/2005
228. The Birdman 5/7/2008
229. Don Quixote 12/13/2007
230. Ludwig Wittgenstein Visits George Trakl In Hospital, Cracow,6 November 1914 8/13/2009
231. Manichaeans 9/20/2004
232. Despair 5/7/2008
233. Dylan Thomas 2/11/2005
234. Bukovina,1989 3/26/2011
235. Brother, 2/6/2009
236. After The Expulsions 7/27/2010
237. Butugychag 3/18/2009
238. Blurb 1/18/2011
239. Beast 4/10/2011
240. A Plurality Of Worlds 3/13/2011

Comments about Leo Yankevich

  • Margaret O Driscoll Margaret O Driscoll (7/13/2015 4:10:00 AM)

    Glad I checked out your poetry, just read Mother In The Garden and it nearly had me in tears!

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  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:51:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Dennis N. O'brien Dennis N. O'brien (10/27/2012 6:04:00 PM)

    Thanks for posting your poems here - I enjoy reading them.
    Best wishes
    Dennis N. O'Brien

  • Michael Shepherd (9/21/2004 8:13:00 AM)

    Leo - I am moved by and admire your poems enormously. Will you tell michael@shepherd87.fsnet.co.uk if you have published, or intend to publish? Best wishes.

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, ...

Read the full of Apollo’s Archaic Torso

Quasimodo

As he lies mid his retinue of rats,
oblivious to the trickling water
and the maelstrom in the babbling sewer,
one might think his nose a hovel for flies
in the low and oppressive August heat,
but gladly he sleeps the sleep of the just,
like a foetus double-crossed in the womb.

Who but the passing ethereal white clouds,

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