Gedicht
Mykola Ryabchuk
Vic
(from Epitaphs)Snotty Vic –
to be thus from childhood
till maturity.
Where could you go with this nickname?
Not to marriage.
Not to Hollywood.
Oh, how you tried to escape it –
until at the last you made it
leaving it somewhere on the precipice
at the 10th kilometre from town,
like the trickster from the folk tale
who emerged so very handsome
from the vat of boiling water –
Vic the Cripple.
© Translation: 1990, Mykola Ryabchuk and Tom Pow
VIC
© 1981, Mykola Ryabchuk
From: Winter in Lviv
Publisher: Molod’, Kyiv
From: Winter in Lviv
Publisher: Molod’, Kyiv
Gedichten
Gedichten van Mykola Ryabchuk
Close
VIC
From: Winter in Lviv
Vic
(from Epitaphs)Snotty Vic –
to be thus from childhood
till maturity.
Where could you go with this nickname?
Not to marriage.
Not to Hollywood.
Oh, how you tried to escape it –
until at the last you made it
leaving it somewhere on the precipice
at the 10th kilometre from town,
like the trickster from the folk tale
who emerged so very handsome
from the vat of boiling water –
Vic the Cripple.
© 1990, Mykola Ryabchuk and Tom Pow
Sponsors
