Irina Ratushinskaya
—Russian poet and physicist who was sentenced
to seven years in a Soviet labor camp for writing about
freedom and God. We met at a conference in Oxford
and gave a joint poetry reading.
In the gulag, denied paper, she wrote her
words on soap, then rinsed them off into the icy air
like breathing hope into the world. The words
she held safe in the wide freedom of her memory.
They were words of faith and love and outrage.
They were like her children, held in her mind’s
embrace for all those years until she could
speak them aloud and own them without fear,
un-silenced and un-cowed.
I have her little gold pill box, a love gift, still
holding in its minor space a breath of her courage.
Luci Shaw
September
Little Revelations
Bird Woman
Where color is spare
Take These Words
God's Act in Acts
Signs
Irina Ratushinskaya
Comeback for snowy plover
Dancing in the Cathedral
Chiang Mai
Credo
The Possibilities of Clay
Sonnet for my left hip
The Golden Carp
What I Needed to Do
Mary Considers Her Situation
States of being
The longevity of roots
The Returns of Love
Leaf, fallen
Photos from My Trip
The Songs of Camoapa
Watchers
The Annunciatory Angel
Obedience
Psalm for the January Thaw
Schrodinger's Indeterminacy
Holding On
The chair without distinction
The blue eyeball
Crossing
Emergency supplies
Peace on earth
You
Robin in the Late Afternoon
Catch of the Day
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