I'm a big fan (don't like the word) - admirer? - of contemporary Ukrainian poetess Halyna Krouk. I've been reading her poems for years, every time experiencing sort of self-discovery. Like she was peeling layer after layer off my soul, slowly revealing the core. Great work, in my eyes. But I don't speak Ukrainian, so I've read her poems in English. Not for once I felt any discomfort of a third person presence, between me and Halyna's words. I was amazed about the translator and read this article by Olena Jennings It's a brilliant one. Halyna Krouk's poetry, in case you're interested. I couldn't find her on goodreads yet.
It's a brilliant one.
Halyna Krouk's poetry, in case you're interested. I couldn't find her on goodreads yet.