Kurama. "My Little Alice and... the War in Ukraine" (poems)

 

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CARROLL'S «ALICE» AND... THE WAR IN UKRAINE
(poems)

1. A POET BEFORE ADVENT

And when they wake up

in the summer, Kitty,

they dress themselves all

in green, and dance about

 
- whenever the wind blows –

oh, that's very pretty! '

cried Alice, dropping the ball

of worsted to clap her hands.

 
'And I do wish it was true!

I'm sure the woods look sleepy

in the autumn,

when the leaves are getting brown.'

 

How are you.

My dear???

I am very sorry.

For my silence.

 
We are working all the time.

For our victory...

We have no time.

For rest and leisure...

 

'Do you hear the snow against

the window-panes, Kitty?

How nice and soft

it sounds!

 
But we do not lose.

Hope that EVERYTHING.

Will be fine.

In our land!!!

 
I guess you are.

Enjoying a beautiful.

Golden autumn.

Right now?

 

How nice and soft

it sounds!

Just as if some one was kissing

the window all over outside.

 

We already had frosts.

And all the leaves have fallen...

The flowers are frozen...

It's sad...

 

Unfortunately...

It's getting more and more.

Dangerous in our cities.

And villages...

 
Just as if some one was kissing

the window all over outside.

I wonder if the snow loves

the trees and fields,

 

My 84-year-old Mum.

Works, cooks.

For her son.

And grandchildren.

 
Looks after a big cat.

Tidies up the house...

If only there were no more.

Anxiety and shelling!!!

 

I wonder if the snow loves

the trees and fields,

that it kisses them

so gently?

 
If only the war would.

End sooner!!!

And here we are.

In winter!!!!

 
You have warmed my soul!!!

Thank you for your prayers for us!!!

I love you with all my heart!!!

Kisses on all cheeks!!!!

 
And then it covers

them up snug, you know,

with a white quilt;

and perhaps it says,

 
"Go to sleep, darlings,

till the summer comes again."

And when they wake up

in the summer, Kitty,

they dress themselves all

in green, and dance about

- whenever the wind blows –

oh, that's very pretty!'

Source: https://www.koryu-meets-chess.info/

 

 

 

 

A POET PEEPING OUT

‘How would you like to live

in Looking-glass House, Kitty?

I wonder if they’d give you

milk in there?

 
Perhaps Looking-glass milk

isn’t good to drink

– but oh, Kitty!

now we come to the passage.

 
You can just see a little peep of

the passage in Looking-glass House,

if you leave the door of

our drawing-room wide open:

 

After heavy shelling.

We've been without.

Electricity for.

Two days now.

 
We went to.

A safe place.

To charge.

Our gadgets...

 

Let’s pretend

there’s a way of

getting through into it,

somehow, Kitty.

 
The cities of Dnipro.

Kremenchuk, and Fastiv.

Where our close relatives live.

Were heavily shelled.

 

The explosions.

Shook the houses...

The explosions.

Shook the houses...

 

Let’s pretend

the glass has got all

soft like gauze,

so that we can get through.

 
A little earlier in Kyiv.

Rockets completely destroyed.

My brother's office.

And warehouses at work.

 
He says that.

At least he goes to work.

As if he were going.

To Bakhmut...

 

Why, it’s turning into

a sort of mist now, I declare!

It’ll be easy enough

to get through –

’Do you remember Bakhmut?

My dear friend?

Do you remember Bakhmut?

Our son fought there...

 
Thank God that.

He and his comrades managed.

To get out of there alive!!!

I hope we all survive this damn war...

 

Perhaps Looking-glass milk

isn’t good to drink

– but oh, Kitty!

now we come to the passage.

 
You can just see a little peep of

the passage in Looking-glass House,

if you leave the door of

our drawing-room wide open:

 
and it’s very like our passage

as far as you can see,

only you know it may be

quite different on beyond.

Source: https://www.koryu-meets-chess.info/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A POET COOKING
 

Whether she vanished

into the air,

or whether she ran quickly

into the wood

 
(‘and she can run very fast!’

thought Alice),

there was no way of guessing,

but she was gone,

 

and Alice began to remember

that she was a Pawn,

and that it would soon be time

for her to move.

 

Of course the first thing

to do was to make

a grand survey of the country

she was going to travel through.

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 

‘and perhaps I may visit

the elephants later on.

Besides, I do so want to

get into the Third Square!’

 
So with this excuse

she ran down the hill

and jumped over the first of

the six little brooks.

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 

The Horse, who had put

his head out of the window,

quietly drew it in and said,

‘It’s only a brook we have to jump over.’

 
Everybody seemed satisfied

with this, though Alice felt

a little nervous at the idea

of trains jumping at all.

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 

‘I’ve got it!’

she cried in a triumphant tone.

‘Now you shall see me

pin it on again, all by myself!’

 
‘Then I hope your finger is better now?’

Alice said very politely,

as she crossed the little brook

after the Queen.

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 

Let me see, is this a chair?

Why, it’s got branches, I declare!

How very odd to find

trees growing here!

 
And actually

here’s a little brook!

Well, this is the very queerest shop

I ever saw!

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
Where the noise came from,

she couldn’t make out;

the air seemed full of it,

and it rang

 
through and through her head

till she felt quite deafened.

She started to her feet and sprang

across the little brook in her terror,

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 

‘and now

for the last brook,

and to be a Queen!

How grand it sounds!’

 
A very few steps brought her

to the edge of the brook.

‘The Eighth Square at last!’

she cried as she bounded across,

 

We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 
We are working...

We are working...

We are working...

We will win!!!!

 

and set it on her lap

to make out what

it could possible be.

It was a golden crown.

 
‘Well, this is grand!’ said Alice.

‘I never expected

I should be a Queen so soon

– and I’ll tell you

 
what it is, your Majesty,’

she went on in a severe tone

(she was always

rather fond of scolding herself),

 
‘it’ll never do for you

to be lolling about

on the grass like that!

Queens have to be dignified, you know!’

Source: https://www.koryu-meets-chess.info/

 

 

 

 

A POET AT A STOVE

‘’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.’

 
It snowed again...

And there was a blizzard...

And I slept and fought the virus...

I've already won!!!!

 

‘I see it now,’

Alice remarked thoughtfully:

‘and what are “toves”?’

‘and what are “toves”?’

 
As for the photos.

With borscht.

I wanted to show you.

How we cook.

 

When there is no electricity.

— on our stove.

Which we heat with wood...

But it's okay —

 

‘Well, “toves” are something like badgers

– they’re something like lizards

– and they’re something like corkscrews.’

‘They must be very curious-looking creatures.’

 

We are warm.

And not hungry...

But what about those?

Who live in high-rise apartments?

 
They buy small stoves.

That run on gas canisters...

‘Elves’ are strong people!!!

They find solutions to any problem...

 

‘They are that,’

said Humpty Dumpty:

‘also they make their nests under sun-dials

– also they live on cheese.’

 
It snowed again...

And there was a blizzard...

And I slept and fought the virus...

I've already won!!!!

 
‘’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.’