This poem is taken from PN Review 271, Volume 49 Number 5, May - June 2023.
Étude
and we try to see Irina, in Kyiv,
playing Chopin on an ash-covered piano
in the bombed-out debris of her house.
What do we see? What does it mean?
What epiphany under that apocalypse?
What imagination confronts unreasoning tyranny
with defiant chords?
Over the darkened streets, shrieking fire –
shattered window-glass underfoot,
...
playing Chopin on an ash-covered piano
in the bombed-out debris of her house.
What do we see? What does it mean?
What epiphany under that apocalypse?
What imagination confronts unreasoning tyranny
with defiant chords?
Over the darkened streets, shrieking fire –
shattered window-glass underfoot,
...
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