Oleh Lysheha. Rozlohe derevo. (A Branchy Tree)

"The collection presents a body of unknown poems by the poet from his private archive, as well as several little-known poems from hard to access sources. Oleh Lysheha's poetry is an authentic, original, and interesting phenomenon in the modern Ukrainian poetry. The poems collected here demonstrate this phenomenon in sometimes recognizable and sometimes unexpected figurative and stylistic solutions."
In Ukrainian.
Type of the edition: hard cover, dust cover
Format: 170x198 mm
Number of pages: 144
Publisher: Piramida, Lviv
Contents:

1. NAShA ZYMA

- Nache – mahichna plativko opolonky... \\ pisnja 6 \\ pisnja 557 \\ zakleju hazetamy malen‘ku vikonnu ramu... \\ Pilihrym \\ nyzka vahoniv na shyji u polja... \\ Tse nasha zyma... \\ pisnja 556 \\ Zahadka Mariji projasnylas‘... \\ pisnja 453 \\ v pam'jati Fittsdzheral‘d... \\ Jak i v kozhnoho smertel‘no poranenoho, pestunchyku doli... \\ Zyma u L‘vovi \\ ty mov hippi nosysh zachisku... \\ tak motoroshno... \\ koly vzhe dal‘she ne mozhu... \\ Koshtom mnohorichnykh zusyl‘... \\ Z nichoho rozvylys‘ brun‘ky...

2. ChORNYY HLEY

- Doroha \\ Vedmid‘ \\ Znovu vedmid‘... \\ Korop \\ Junist‘ kinchajet‘sja v ts‘omu novomu domi... \\ Kozhnoho ranku, zibravshys‘... \\ Rannja zyma \\ Hora \\ Sosna \\ Vohon‘ (1) \\ Hlyna \\ Buky \\ Zhyvoplit \\ Rozuchuvannja novykh partiynykh himniv \\ Shchaslyvyy, khto ne maje vyboru... \\ Misjats‘ \\ To blokhy, to komari... \\ Jasen \\ Vohon‘ (2) \\ Doshch... sydzhu, dyvljus‘ u vikno... \\ Shchos‘ ja niby popravyvsja... \\ Jastrub \\ Jakos‘ ty rozsmijavsja... \\ Kit \\ Ja pomityv, shcho pojavylys‘ y inshi svidky... \\ Poljuvannja \\ Na solomi, de Marija porodyla... \\ Neprymitne, prynyshkle derevo poruch svojikh brativ... \\ Jarchyk

3. TEPLA POVIN‘

- Narodzhennja \\ Stoljar \\ Shapka \\ miy poplavok pohas – v temrjavi ja ne bachu... \\ Verkhovodka \\ ty prokynuvsja... vikna zavisheni... \\ na poli chyys‘ slid... \\ kupal‘nyky i khvyli i vony... \\ sertse – de ty bludylo tsi roky bez mene?.. \\ Ljuba, ne vkljuchay... \\ Stiny – moji druzi... \\ Tsja nich pidiyshla do kraju... \\ Spokiy \\ Koly shchos‘ dovho robyty, zadumavshys‘... \\ i na tvojim tremkim... \\ tse lito... \\ Poety

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