Dancing in Odessa – Ilya Kaminski

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Dancing in Odessa – Ilya Kaminski

Author’s Prayer
Dancing In Odessa
In Praise of Laughter



Where days bend and straighten
in a city that belongs to no nation
but all the nations of wind,

she spoke the speech of poplar trees –
her ears trembling as she spoke, my Aunt Rose
composed odes to barbershops, drugstores.

Her soul walking on two feet, the soul or no soul, a child’s allowance,
she loved street musicians and knew
that my grandfather composed lectures on the supply

and demand of clouds in our country:
the State declared him an enemy of the people.
He ran after a train with tomatoes in his coat

and danced naked on the table in front of our house –
he was shot, and my grandmother raped
by the public prosecutor, who stuck his pen in her vagina,

the pen which signed people off for twenty years.
But in the secret history of anger – one man’s silence
lives in the bodies of others – as we dance to keep from falling,

between the doctor and the prosecutor:
my family, the people of Odessa,
women with huge breasts, old men naive and childlike,

all our words, heaps of burning feathers
that rise and rise with each retelling.

AuthorIlya Kaminsky
2022-04-04T05:23:15+00:00 March 30th, 2022|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok Editions, Blesok no. 142|Comments Off on Dancing in Odessa – Ilya Kaminski