Vasilina Orlova was born in the settlement of Dunay in the Russian Far East in 1979 and is both a poet and translator. She has published a number of books of prose and poetry in Russian, and her first book of poetry in English, Contemporary Bestiary, was published in 2014 by Gutenberg Printing Press Independent Group, Austin. Her book, Holy Robots, from which the below poems are taken with permission, was published by same in 2016.
sitting on the floor in the clouds of smoke,
the iron surfaces of the dimmed body deliquesce,
the robot hastily imagines
in the last milliseconds
of his existence as an entity
the field in flowers, shadows running askew
remembering the time he was a little girl.
A robot calligrapher is
Painting the 3D orchid
With the squirrel brush so thin,
One hundredth of a micron.
As it unfolds in the air,
I watch delightedly.
I never thought I’d enjoy the orchid
I fell in love with the previous version
Of this robot; do not try to sell me
The new model. I
Am remarkably old-fashioned
And pride myself on it; the old vacuum cleaner,
Which belonged to my grandma,
Is still my faithful pet.