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Jan 22, 2016 · Stus’ hatred of nominalism is of course inherent in all poetry. Nominalism and poetry contradict each other essentially. For Stus, nature is the symbol, the poet is to see logos — the origin of the archetype — in both human and otherwise created nature.
Jan 8, 2014 · Vasyl Stus in Memoriam The recent release of political prisoners in Russia brings to mind the long struggle for human dignity and freedom in the former Soviet Union. Each year during the celebrations of the Orthodox Christmas many Ukrainians and connoisseurs of poetry worldwide remember the birth of the major Ukrainian poet and dissident Vasyl ...
Vasyl’ Stus's (1938-1985) poetry is one of the richest and most complex chapters in the literary history of late Soviet Ukraine. His poems are not only born of the author’s talent, but also of his erudition and deep cultural awareness; Stus’s poetry eloquently shows the presence of a significant Modernist trend in the literature of the Ukrainian underground during the Age of Economic ...
Vasyl Stus. Author, Ukrainian. Vasyl Stus (1938-1985) was one of Ukraine’s most significant twentieth-century poets, a prose writer, essayist, and prolific translator from several languages. As a Ukrainian dissident in the Soviet Union, he spent the last thirteen years of his life in Soviet prison and the Gulag, where he wrote his magnum opus ...
Vasyl ’ Stus (1938-1985) has been defined as the greatest Ukrainian poet of the second half of the twentieth century. In spite of the importance of his literary output in the history of modern contemporary poetry, his fame in the Ukraine is linked to his activity as a dissident and his participation in the Ukrainian Helsinki Group.
By Vasyl' Stus. Translated by A. Z. Foreman. A hundred years since Sich* went down. Siberia. Cells in Solovkí**. And dead of night wraps right around.
Poems. from Spring 2022 • Issue 101. The Lord has started being born within me. and, half-recalled and half-forgotten, waits. till I depart from life. It looks as if. he is outside me, at the edge of death. where living people should not dare to enter…. my grandchild and my ancestor….
