{"id":18570,"date":"2019-03-20T08:00:39","date_gmt":"2019-03-20T08:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=18570"},"modified":"2019-02-26T18:48:02","modified_gmt":"2019-02-26T18:48:02","slug":"steve-komarnyckyj-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/steve-komarnyckyj-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Steve Komarnyckyj"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Spring is icumen in<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>For JK<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I called your name<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin-left: 60px;\">And \u00a0the goldfinches twirled ribbons<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin-left: 100px;\">Of song<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Scissoring the air<\/p>\n<p>A robe<\/p>\n<p>Of silk<\/p>\n<p>Of fire<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin-left: 60px;\">Emptying their hollow bones of music<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Offering the chance melody of twilight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I called your name<\/p>\n<p>And the goldfinches stitched its syllables to the stars<\/p>\n<p>And bore you on wings of flame<\/p>\n<p>Now you are the gold of dusk,<\/p>\n<p>The silence where songs happen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Steve Komarnyckyj<\/strong>&#8216;s literary translations and\u00a0poems\u00a0have appeared in Index on Censorship, Modern\u00a0Poetry in Translation and many other journals. He is the holder of two PEN awards and a highly regarded English language poet whose work has been described as articulating &#8220;what it means to be human&#8221; (Sean Street). He runs Kalyna Language Press with his partner Susie and three domestic cats.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Spring is icumen in \u00a0 For JK &nbsp; I called your name And \u00a0the goldfinches twirled ribbons Of song Scissoring the air A robe Of silk Of fire Emptying their hollow bones of music Offering the chance melody of twilight &nbsp; I called your name And the goldfinches stitched its syllables to the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18570","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18570","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18570"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18570\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18571,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18570\/revisions\/18571"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18570"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18570"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18570"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}