Leo Yankevich

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

Leo Yankevich Poems

241. Billie 5/7/2008
242. Black Oak 5/15/2008
243. Bethlehem 5/7/2008
244. Baroque Nativity Scene 3/13/2011
245. A Hater Learns About Love 7/27/2010
246. Barcelona,1936 2/12/2008
247. No Flowers, No Doves 9/22/2004
248. Ah, Love 2/6/2009
249. Eastertide 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
253. Babcia 4/10/2011
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

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

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  • 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

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  • 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.

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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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Racked Beauty

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.