# Singing in Mariupol

- Link: https://writersworkshopindia.com/2023/07/25/singing-in-mariupol/
- Published: 2023-07-25T14:09:49+00:00
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**Author: **Joe Winter[](https://writersworkshopindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/Singing-in-Mariupol-1.jpeg)
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Pages:** 88 **Year of Publication:** 2023 **Price: **Rs 400** ISBN: 978-81-961291-
6-3 (9788196129163)

_**About the Author**_
 Joe Winter was born in 1943. He took up poetry at university
where he studied Latin and Greek and English Literature. From 1967 to 1993 he taught
English in London comprehensive schools, and in 1994 moved to Kolkata where he taught
part-time before returning to England in 2006. In Kolkata he wrote a number of articles
for _The Statesman_ and other journals on literary and general topics. He has published
translations of Rabindranath Tagore’s _Gitanjali_, _Lipika_, _Atmaparichay_ (as 
co-translator), a selection of Tagore’s poems first to last (_The Golden Boat_);
a selection of the poems of Jibanananda Das (_Naked Lonely Hand_), and Das’s _Rupasi
Bangla_ (_Bengal the Beautiful_). In addition he has published an account of his
stay in India (_Calcutta Song_). His more recent works are translations of _Beowulf_
and the Middle English poem _Pearl_; a reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnets (_Two Loves
I Have_); and an exploration of _Hamlet_ (_Hide Fox, and All After_).

_**Teaser**_

An extract from

_YEVGENIA’S DIARY_

 

Bodies littered the ground, black eyes staring back at horrified children

people were drinking water from puddles

many were unable to cry

 

I shall remember Anastasia

a 19-year-old student shot and killed

taking food and aid to the beautiful city of Chernihiv

now the bus, once white, now black from fire and bullet-holes

lies buckled on the road

 

Kyiv is burning

 

on the banks of the Dnieper the forest is on fire

the airport too, the houses, shops, apartment block

 

and round the flames a circle of silence

 

there are moments of death-visitation

in the mind, of being too tired

to be awake any longer to the message of the sky

to the inhumane voice, to this weather

 

I shall lie down on a forest path and let it come to me

_**Contents**_
 25 poems spread across 6 sections