Chernobyl Apples, a poem by John Bradley for Svetlana Alexievich
There was an old Ukrainian
woman at the market
selling her goods.
woman at the market
selling her goods.
Come get your apples!
she calls.
Chernobyl apples!
she calls.
Chernobyl apples!
Don’t say that,
someone tells her. No one will ever buy
someone tells her. No one will ever buy
radiated apples.
Don’t worry, she says.
They all buy them.
Some need them
for their mother-in-law. Some for their boss.
for their mother-in-law. Some for their boss.
There was an old Ukrainian
woman at the market
selling her goods.
woman at the market
selling her goods.
Come get your mushrooms!
she calls. Chernobyl mushrooms!
she calls. Chernobyl mushrooms!
John Bradley is editor of three anthologies: Atomic Ghosts: Poets Respond to the Nuclear Age, Learning to Glow, A Nuclear Reader and Eating the Pure Light: Homage to Thomas McGrath. His most recent book is And Thereby Everything from Longhouse Books.
Data: 28.01.2017
Fonte: www.irishtimes.com
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