English poem
To Marko Vovchok
by Taras Shevchenko (1814–1861)
The appearance of the Narodni Opovidaniya (Folk Sketches) of Marko Vovchok in 1858 was an event in Ukrainian literature. It was the penname of Maria Markovich (1834-1907) but she wrote in Ukrainian for only a few years. Her stories of the hardships of serfdom, especially on the women, were very powerful and were translated into Russian by Turgenev and others of the leading authors. Shevchenko welcomed her literary advent most warmly, for he saw in her his most talented prose successor.
+To Marko Vovchok+
(In memory of January 24, 1859)
Some time ago beyond the Urals I wandered and I prayed to God That our dear truth would never perish, That our dear word would never vanish. My prayer was heard. God sent to us In you a mild and tender prophet, A bitter scourge of all the greedy And ruthless men. My beacon star, You are the holy star I wished for, The youthful strength that I desired! Shine on me, shed your warmth afar, And now refresh my broken spirit, My poor and shattered heart and power, My hungry heart! I live anew And call to life from out the grave Free thought that bides forever true, Free thought forever.--My good fortune! Our prophet! Yes! my darling daughter, I dare to call my poems yours.