from Deaf Republic: 9

By Ilya Kaminsky b. 1977 Ilya Kaminsky
I am not a poet, Sonya I inspect
the fragrant feet of younger ladies—
 
While deafness hums as a little motor
I watch her stand in the shower
 
holding her breasts
in her hands like two small explosions.
 
I am her boy drowning.
In this country he does not know
 
the word for “drowning” and yells:
“I am diving for the last time!”

NOTES: These poems are from the unfinished manuscript Deaf Republic. This story of a pregnant woman and her husband living during an epidemic of deafness and civil unrest was found beneath the floorboards in a house in Eastern Europe. Several versions of the manuscript exist.—IK

Source: Poetry (May 2009).

 Ilya  Kaminsky

Biography

Poet Ilya Kaminsky was born in the former Soviet Union city of Odessa. He lost most of his hearing at the age of four after a doctor misdiagnosed mumps as a cold, and his family was granted political asylum by the United States in 1993, settling in Rochester, New York. After his father’s death in 1994, Kaminsky began to write poems in English. He explained in an interview with the Adirondack Review, “I chose English because no . . .

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SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Language & Linguistics, Love, Desire, Romantic Love

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