teaches that eighty percent of the universe
of dark matter, so called. Regina Derieva learned
same fact in a very hard school. She does not consent
it, though. She knows that the hurt truth in us points
a dimension where, for example, victory is cleansed of
Her strict, economical poems never waver from
"Regina Derieva's best
poems are simultaneously elusive and
and understated, personal and distanced.
Few poets attempt such
transformation in so few words."
"Regina Derieva was,
first and foremost, a Christian poet, a
worthy heir of a long
line of metaphysical poets, be they
English, French or Russian.
Far from any inflated rhetoric or
didactics, her poems
reached the very core of the Christian
experience, which meant
serious and fearless attitude to life,
suffering and death.
The imagery and syntax of the Gospels
and the Books of Prophets
was, for her, a natural element just
as apocalyptic presentiments
and mystical hope formed the axis
of her world-outlook".
"The importance of Derieva’s
poetry lies in this sense of how
worlds permeate each
other, how the world inside and the
world outside harmonize
or struggle against each other with
little distinction between
the state of politics and culture
and the state of the
read Regina's poems and found many of them very
particularly the newer ones. She's a real
in contradictions and is a master of the
and Paradoxes on the Accidental Sheets'
begins: 'All my
life / I sought / an angel. / And he
appeared/ in order to
say: / I am no angel!' Throughout
it all she wears her
heart on her sleeve--and perhaps this
makes her unfashionable
among contemporary poets; but hers
is a brave and eminently
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wit and courage, her poetry lives on."
Derieva’s relationship with the world was severe and
truthful and tragic; it reflects her own tragic life as
as the tragedies of the country she was born in. Her
has a wide range of topics: from religious believes to
life. It can help to find a difficult answer to a
question; it can also comfort the reader or even
love her poems, serious and tender, hers was the
voice that endears, allows kindness. I love the
and fierce clarity of her prose pieces, those of hers
drop musical notes all over the floor, and then kneel to
them like feathers. We have lost a poet so
beautiful, a poet whose attentiveness to the
was a prayer. May her works find many readers."