Copyright © 2002 Thibaut Dancette
It's in captivity I languish,
and death is what I ask from God,
but I remember, into anguish,
Tver's bare, emaciated sod,
the well with its decrepit crane,
the cloudbanks frothing overhead,
and in the field, a creaking gate,
exhaustion, and the smell of bread,
along with that obscure expanse
where even the voice of the wind is slight,
and also, the condemning glance
of each calm, sunburned peasant wife.
translated by Jennifer Reeser
Copyright © 2002
Jennifer Reeser's poems, translations, criticism and fiction have appeared or are scheduled to appear in such print journals as Louisiana Literature, Blue Unicorn, The Raintown Review, PIVOT, and The New Laurel Review, as well as being archived at the online Alsop Review, Able Muse, and Expansive Poetry & Music Online. Her poems have received a nomination for the Pushcart Prize, and the 2000 Innovative Form Award from The World Order of Narrative and Formalist Poets. She is the assistant editor for the print journal Iambs & Trochees. Her book An Alabaster Flask is the winner of the 2002 Word Press First Book Prize, and will be published by Word Press in the spring of 2003.