A gripping lyric examination of exile, Anzhelina Polonskaya's Take Me to Stavanger devastates in its imagistic exactitude. In a world riven by war, no matter which country is 'yours, ' Polonskaya writes, 'You're guilty wherever you go.' Yet, somehow--within her spare, razor-sharp glimpses of joy and beauty--'we lived as we could.' Polonskaya's poetry speaks across borders despite the risks of doing so; translator Andrew Wachtel brings it, in its full power and sight, to English readers.--Rachel Mennies, author of The Naomi Letters
Anglophone readers who have wondered where they might find a contemporary inheritor of the tragic and visionary poetry left us by Tsvetaeva, Ahkmatova, and Mandelstam need look no further. It's burning bright in these musical, sharp, and expert translations by Andrew Wachtel, who here serves again as Polonskaya's ferryman from Russian into English. These poems go for broke and break the sound barrier between languages and cultures. They lament, they leap, they keep pushing beyond, looking for common ground. Everywhere we turn in them, we find life as it coldly stares through death. As much as we ever have, and more so now, we need to hear from the voice of conscience in Russia. In your hands is living testimony.--Joshua Weiner, author of Berlin Notebook: Where Are the Refugees?
[the translation] captures a sense of mystery, the way that the concrete gives rise to contemplations of the metaphysical and the individual's attempts to make sense of the world.-- "World Literature Today"