Testament by the Bard of Ukraine – in 1845

Taras Hryhorovych Shevchenko (1814-1861) also known as Kobzar (Bard); Ukrainan poet, author, painter, folklorist, ethnographer, and champion of Ukrainian independence. His literary works are regarded as the foundation of modern Ukrainian literature and, to a large extent, of the modern Ukrainian language.

In 1847, Shevchenko was arrested and convicted for explicitly promoting the independence of Ukraine; for writing poems in the Ukrainian language, which was forbidden by the Russians; and for ridiculing members of the Russian Imperial House. He was exiled as a private to the Russian military garrison in Orenburg near the Ural Mountains – “Under the strictest surveillance, without the right to write or paint” – and sent on a forced march from Saint Petersburg to Orenburg – 1778 kilometers (1105 miles) away. In 1848, he was assigned to the first Russian naval expedition to the Aral Sea, which lies between Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan. He was tasked by the lieutenant in charge of the expedition to sketch the landscapes around the coast of the Aral Sea. After an 18-month voyage, Shevchenko returned with his album of drawings and paintings to Orenburg. He was then sent to one of the worst penal settlements, the remote fortress of Novopetrovsk, where he spent seven terrible years. In 1851, he was assigned to the Mangyshlak (Karatau) geological expedition. In 1857, Shevchenko finally returned from exile after receiving amnesty from a new emperor, though he was forced to stay in Nizhniy Novgorod, at the confluence of the Oka and Volga rivers in central Russia.

In May 1859, Shevchenko got permission to return to Ukraine.  In July, he was arrested again, this time on a charge of blasphemy. He was released, but ordered to return to St. Petersburg. He spent the last years of his life working on new poetry, paintings, and engravings, and editing his older works.

The years of exile had taken their toll, and Shevchenko died in Saint Petersburg in March, 1861, at the age of 47. He was first buried in Saint Petersburg, but his friends arranged the transfer of his remains by train to Moscow and then by horse-drawn wagon to his homeland. Shevchenko was re-buried on the Chernecha hora (Monk’s Hill; today Taras Hill) near the Dnipro River. A tall mound was erected over his grave, now a memorial part of the Kaniv Museum-Preserve.

To read an English-language translation of Shevchenko’s poem “Zapovit” (Testament) click:

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TCS: Kids and Our High Dangerous, Could Be Beautiful World

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No one has yet realized the wealth of sympathy,
the kindness, and generosity hidden in the soul
of a child. The effort of every true education

should be to unlock that treasure.

– Emma Goldman

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A Black Woman SCOTUS Justice – UPDATED

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

The argument has been vociferously advanced against limiting the appointment of the next U.S. Supreme Court justice, to a qualified pool of black women, since they comprise about 7% of the population. This is my response.

First, every black woman is also part of the majority of Americans –women are 50.8% of the U.S. population, and women had zero representation on the Supreme Court until Sandra Day O’Connor was appointed in 1981 – there had been 192 years of Men Only on the highest court in the land since 1789.

There was no argument put forward about what a small group Clarence Thomas represented when he was nominated to the Supreme Court in 1991, and at that time, he only represented 6½% of the U.S. population.

The ‘7%,’ and other members of their race, shouldered an outsized, inordinate, gargantuan, burden of human, societal and national development, in the U.S. for centuries – in chains, and other subhuman conditions (too many to enumerate). Suffice it to say, the black race was considered to be 3/5th human; this status-quo-ante was codified and settled law. The Three-Fifths Compromise was an agreement reached during the 1787 United States Constitutional Convention, over the counting of slaves in determining a state’s total population.

To read the rest of Irene’s essay, and her new poem “A Black Woman SCOTUS Justice” click:

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TCS: Born on Washington’s Birthday – Hard Times Ain’t Quit

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Some of us have been thinking and talking
too long without doing anything. Poems are
perfect; picketing, sometimes, is better.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Envy: The Green-Eyed Monster

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

A collaboration with William Shakespeare!

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TCS: Valentines to the Fellowship of Books

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All poets are club-footed
with wings of ink and paper.

– Nona Blyth Cloud

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Daisies are Forever

by Irene Fowler, Contributor


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Polar Bears at Abandoned Weather Station

Abby E. Murray, poet and creative writing teacher, served as Poet Laureate of Tacoma, Washington from 2019 to 2021. She became a pacifist during her years as a college student, but married a soldier in 2004, and is confronted daily with contradictions. She publishes Collateral, an online journal about the impact of war and conflict, but since 2016, she has also been teaching military strategic writing to lieutenant colonels and colonels at the U.S. Army War College. In 2019, she taught a four-week poetry workshop at the Carson Home, a place for detained and undocumented boys between 12 and 17. “Families were being separated, and I felt like I wanted to do something, do more. So, I reached out and offered to teach poetry. I brought translators with me. Two-thirds of the boys had never been in a classroom.” Her poetry collections include Hail and Farewell, Me and Coyote, Quick Draw: Poems from a Soldier’s Wife, and How to Be Married After Iraq.

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TCS When Time is All We Have: Short-ish Love Poems

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“Love does not consist in gazing at each other,
but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

– Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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The Lady Street Walker

by Irene Fowler, Contributor

From Irene:

I decided to write a poem, hoping to shed some light on the plight of those who through desperation, despair or coercion, are living a life on the edges of society. Not wishing to judge, condemn or defend their motivations; as a humanitarian and advocate of women’s development, I am using my voice and platform to call for more understanding, empathy and action, to help afford these forgotten members of society, a better life.

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