Poem from Prison
In November 2020, Kacharyna Andreyeva covered a demonstration honoring the memory of artist Raman Bandarenka, who was beaten to death during a protest. Thousands of people were arrested and Andrejeva was among those detained. The poem published in PEN/Opp was written from prison.
Over the white lea,
The winter’s chill sea,
In silence
And amid my cares,
Over my happiness
And my pain, yes,
As the months pass
And the years,
It flies, it quivers
And, ineffable, shimmers,
Shining black in the sky
Of my nativity –
My single, solitary,
Soundless company,
My one and only
Star of destiny.
I pray to it,
I’m scared of it.
I try to avoid it
Altogether.
The time will come when
I will stop and then
Under its starry gaze
Sleep forever.
And whenever I stray
On paths faraway
Where beasts left
Tracks in the snow
I am scared no longer,
Amused no longer –
No more trouble
No more woe.
The songs around
Have lost their sound
And instead of songs:
The crunch of spines.
In my beloved country
Before spring comes finally,
Through my prison bars
You still shine.