for Yanka Dyagileva
She sings fleeing snowdrifts
Her voice unpacks larch and moon no matter where I am
Stuck in summertime Hartford’s traffic jams, her cries still frostbite
Wolves clamor in the backseat, partitioning my limbs
For more information about this Siberian punk-saint, read Alina Simone’s memoir You Must Go and Win.
If you know Russian, this is an EXCELLENT site devoted to her: http://yanka.lenin.ru/