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Praise for The August Rain. ..
This is a book through which memory and its voices lap like waves. Whether it be in his own luminous writing, or through his translations and versions of others, Komarnyckyj communicates a quiet fire that is often 'stringent as redemption' demanding to be read and acknowledged, and offering profound rewards in return.
Sean Street, poet and BBC Broadcaster.
Drawing force ... from an English visionary tradition that leads right back to Caedmon and the fevered restlessness of some Slavic poetries, Stephen Komarnyckyj’s is a serious poetry of life’s elemental mysteries and sorrows.
You ran up to me in the recreation ground,
A live carp in your hand,
Held a perfectly executed cameo
Of grey Yorkshire sky,
Our two goggling faces
And the gable end of a council semi.
We put him in an old biscuit tin.
Whichever way he turned,
In the same direction
And always came face to face
With a reflection
Of a reflection…
It was a bit of a walk to the old mill pond.
Just for a second
He fell through the air,
A ribbon of fire
Twisting through summer,
A glass crown
On the water.
Publication Date: 6 October 2016