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1. Leo Yankevich - Racked Beauty

  • Duration: 49
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Racked Beauty

Blest be the dawn, the luminous blue-slate, the arch transfused by the glorious sun, and blackbirds chanting hymnals in prickly bushes, and rooks high over fields coughing up love. Blest be the winds about the furrowed brow, and the joyful whispers of dying leaves, the maples staggered blissfully behind barbed fences above the tombs of the newly redeemed. Blest be pain that comes like a stark beggar, the thorn-tree that has its roots in a star, the sweet massacred gourds tethered to the rusting gate, the apples heaped on the agonized floor. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/racked-beauty/


2. Leo Yankevich - Swallows

  • Duration: 66
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Swallows

It was once thought that swallows wintered on the moon, or morphed into field mice beneath the autumn swoon of clouds, or slept beneath wavelets on the floor of shadowy ponds and lakes until the sudden lure of springtime roused them from the kingdom of the dead. Early Christians believed they swirled around the head of Jesus, giving comfort as he bore his heavy cross, or they were harbingers of heaven after loss. Today I look above the eaves as autumn blooms in the deep well of the sky, my house’s empty rooms echoing only wind, the memory of their song. They have flown south for winter, which here is dark and long. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swallows-2/


3. Leo Yankevich - Garbage

  • Duration: 34
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Garbage

One rarely finds just wholesome scraps: a slice of ham, potato rinds, a glob of jam, beer bottle caps. Inside this drum there’s other stuff: a blouse that’s torn, a hiker’s thumb, two clips of porn, hardcore and snuff. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garbage-8/


4. Leo Yankevich - The Cat

  • Duration: 57
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - The Cat

I’d pass it on the mission trail—             half-decomposed, green burr-like eyes beyond my thoughts or pity, tail             curled into questions only flies would answer, as they staked their claim             to rotting tissue. Food for worms, and mocked by summer’s honey flame,             it had no choice but come to terms with piecemeal dissolution. Those             loud buzzes echoed in my ears until it circled and then rose,             converting me—some thirty years since—into the lone passerby             and witness, ever on my way from daily service, like the sky             itself on resurrection day. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cat-13/


5. Leo Yankevich - Old Meerschaum Pipe

  • Duration: 46
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Old Meerschaum Pipe

A friend sent a pipe made from petrified sea foam, froth that was life’s first home. A bearded craftsman’s blade carved it into the face of man: the progeny of an amoeba, the image of his race. It sits for all to see, like a bust on the shelf: in-cognizant of self, yet part of the same sea, its beauty and its scars, its yellow stain and reek, the wrinkle on its cheek: the stuff of dreams and stars. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-meerschaum-pipe/


6. Leo Yankevich - Crow

  • Duration: 46
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Crow

Crow, the doves descending on the square have sullied your name, cooed gossip to wealthy tourists, their gullets stuffed with handouts, while you soar over the oaks with dreaming clouds, with the glare and glimmer of the distant but holy sun in your misunderstood eyes, your paeans one with the wind. Yet it was you who, perched on the shoulder of Jesus, watched him suffer and heard him cry, and it was you who saw the enormous boulder moved, and you who saw him enter the sky. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crow-8/


7. Leo Yankevich - Metaphysics

  • Duration: 54
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Metaphysics

This is the last goodbye, the final salute. From beneath the cover of a flag the ensign is assisted down the chute so neither flank nor limb can catch a snag. Then at last his sunken eyes see light, and he sets foot into the promised land. Effulgent plankton there redeems his sight, Elysium of bright seaweed and sand. How glorious his underwater grave, even though above, the stone-faced captain sees a guilty spectre in each wave, and dejection overwhelms the chaplain. And the crew? They’re busy swatting flies, the smoke from guns still burning in their eyes. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metaphysics-2/


8. Leo Yankevich - Veterans’ Hospital

  • Duration: 44
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Veterans’ Hospital

Some nights are never-ending hells for these old veterans in our care. We do not hand out pills, but shells, as out of battlefields they stare from over sixty years ago on far-off Guam or Guadalcanal. With trembling hands they try to show how the bravest or youngest fell. We console them with a cold cup, and a tender tap on the shoulder. What haunts them, though, will not give up, nor the fallen boys grow older. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/veterans-hospital/


9. Leo Yankevich - Onion Snow

  • Duration: 56
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Onion Snow

The peeps you'd bought were chirping in the box. The groundhog lied again. You'd left to buy beer, bread and chipped ham. It was Easter Sunday. Bells from a dozen churches filled the air in this small steel town where the unemployed perpetually keep beer gardens open. You'd yelled: 'Yunz better worsh them dishes and redd up things before yunz go outside.' You said you'd had enough of eating jumbo and food stamps didn't make a difference. We didn't know you'd go by way of Altoona, that you'd go ghost on mommy and us kids. You left behind a bloodstain in your truck, the lasting memory of onion snow. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/onion-snow/


10. Leo Yankevich - Baroque Nativity Scene

  • Duration: 54
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Baroque Nativity Scene

Malachite of tower and dome, clatter of sabots, creaks of wheels, neighs of horses headed home from a market where smoked eels glimmer in the October sun. As merchants hawk their sundry wares an English poet, squire John Donne, stands by a basket full of pears. Clad in a purple gown, a tart straight out of Caravaggio offers smiles for the sake of art, and rubenesquely curtsies low. She is the virgin mother of Christ, albeit in one timeless pose. Pious, but easily enticed, will he kneel to take off her clothes? Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baroque-nativity-scene/


11. Leo Yankevich - Babcia

  • Duration: 64
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Babcia

Milk curdles in her jar, mould forms on her black bread. She’s come so very far, but her blue Polish eyes no longer see the flies buzzing above her head. She does not hear her friend knocking at the door. This is her journey’s end, the faithful silly dear. Christ does not shed a tear, not for the meek and poor. He looks down from the wall, with both arms open, heart sacred, eyes blind to all, truly not of this world. He does not see her curled- up broken flesh depart, resurrected by the hour towards the skies. He won’t feed her a lie, nor redeem a bone. He will leave her alone in the kingdom where she lies. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/babcia/


12. Leo Yankevich - The Familiar Night

  • Duration: 30
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - The Familiar Night

You leave the dive, the din behind the doors forever shut. You stagger in the light and watch rats bear the moon and stars away into an afterlife of steaming sewers. Face baptized by the quiet, hell to pay: there’s only you now, the familiar night. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-familiar-night/


13. Leo Yankevich - Crossing Geneva Marsh

  • Duration: 74
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Crossing Geneva Marsh

Mist lingers on the surface of stagnant tea-brown water. The flat bridge spans a mile, a sea of spatterdocks. Tangled stalks of cattails and swamp grass reach up towards the underside of the deck, the chalcedony of cloud. My father’s at the wheel of his coffin Cadillac, following a wayward crow into the depths of autumn. His headlights gaze into the Nietzschean abyss. And then the same abyss gazes back into us. Rear tail-fins cut through the snapping-turtle air, past the scarlet oaks and shagbark hickories. Smoke from his cigar drifts out his cracked window, heavenward, as we head towards the exit at Mercer. We turn in the direction of Farrell, Sharon, Youngstown, and pass the furnaces of purgatory and hell. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-geneva-marsh/


14. Leo Yankevich - When Nothing Remains

  • Duration: 56
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - When Nothing Remains

(for Kasia) Today, I think, I’d like to have you pose surrounded by abundant store and riches, surrounded by elaborate head-dresses, water-heavy pearls and silken hose. I want you in the dark, holding a rose, among bronzes, candlesticks and vases, vases from which a balmy steam arises into a Great Dane’s dilating nose. Rembrandt, doubtless, must have felt this way when painting Saskia in a velvet gown as she approached her death before his sight— as if with grapes he could prolong her stay, as if he wished to weigh her beauty down with the luminescent heft of candlelight. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-nothing-remains/


15. Leo Yankevich - The World to Come

  • Duration: 43
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - The World to Come

(for Michael Axtell) There is a glimmer of the world to come in the ease of the eyes of the homeless woman decked out in rags, and there's a hint of glory in the castaway leaves lying low in the gutters amid smouldering fags. For I've seen Christs climb out of the flames of icicles clinging to the rusty pipes where the forsaken dwell, and I've seen the saved herded in suits before steeples delighting in daybreaks indistinguishable from hell. 1998 Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-to-come-2/


16. Leo Yankevich - On the Lynching of Saddam Hussein

  • Duration: 75
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - On the Lynching of Saddam Hussein

“To die not knowing why is to die like an animal... To die like a human being you have at least got to know why it is done to you.” —Ezra Pound You hear your lungs begin to rattle. This is the rattle mother told you about: it comes before your death           as vital organs fail. It is the end of agonizing suffocation, when life puts a pillow on your nose and mouth.           All death is suffocation. Indifferent light penetrates the jello in your bedside bowl, and hell absorbs the fluorescent bulb’s           impalpable low heat. You died with tubes inside your mouth, gasping for one more breath of air, your fragile fists still clenched in fear           before almighty Allah. No mercenary’s noose was placed around your neck, as round Saddam’s. You did not chasten craven tormentors,           falling through the gallows. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-lynching-of-saddam-hussein/


17. Leo Yankevich - Swamp

  • Duration: 56
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Swamp

There is more here than mist, duckweed and spatterdocks. A bowfin, three-feet long, lurks amid the stalks of cattails, preying on a school of yellow bass. A pickerel prowls amid brown tamaracks and grass. A snapper with musket shot still lodged inside its tail, devours a bloated frog, exposing only its shell. And at the water’s edge, a towering black gum, old as the liberty bell, watches deaf and dumb. Its leaves soon will turn red for the three hundredth autumn: a leaf for every brave buried at the bottom. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swamp-4/


18. Leo Yankevich - Papa's Dying

  • Duration: 44
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Papa's Dying

Visionary underneath his pain, he lies there, staring blankly at my mother, cancer spread from his liver to his brain. She tries to tell him all the latest news, mentions I’m in flight, and that my brother and sisters are beside his bed. They smother him with their grief. My brother offers booze. But papa calls out to his long dead father, points to his own bare feet with his cane, and asks them to take off his heavy shoes. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/papa-s-dying/


19. Leo Yankevich - Water

  • Duration: 46
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Water

Burnt Sudanese earth under claw, a vulture waits three steps behind a girl who crouches, strands of straw beneath her lowered head, her mind in refuge on the dream-kissed shores of an oasis, where green palm leaves shade black brows, and water pours into a pool that’s bright but calm. A flame-tree sheds no grief, instead droops in the backdrop. A stump lies resembling a lion’s head still warding off the thirst of flies. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-52/


20. Leo Yankevich - Fly in Amber

  • Duration: 53
  • Channel: music
Leo Yankevich - Fly in Amber

At present there’s a mall and a strip show. Ronald McDonald waves to passing cars. And yet a hundred million years ago a forest stood beneath the same bright stars. The Great Bear was still nameless in the sky. There were no men to gaze up at the moon, to hide in terror, holding back a cry. In deep December it was sultry June. The fly lay soused in sticky sap since dawn. Yet thousands of millennia had fled till it was picked up from the forest lawn. A hapless hunter bartered it for bread. Now a barfly pawns it for cold beer and an æon seems but a single year. Leo Yankevich http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-in-amber/