an excerpt from Born: The Story of Naela Kamel, née Marie Elie Rosenthal
Translated by Brady Ryan and Essayed Taha
Tante Aziza and Nana came over to our house on Naim Street and said that Saad wanted to marry me. We ...
Inshallah We’ll Get That Permission by Nadia Kamel
LAR Online, Translations
THREE STEPS BELOW,
is the shadow that guides
the light
the deformed feet,
their contrast
through the corridors
of the house.
Hands enveloped
by candles,
a foothold of sticks
in the bones
of the ...
Four Poems by Esther Ramón
LAR Online, Translations
Crystal
All is still. A flock of fallen leaves,
golden brown, soak in sunlight.
Chalky clouds hang from the cobalt sky.
Frost-jeweled flowers.
Crisp, green pine—the treetops
needle skyward and copper ...
Three Poems by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger
LAR Online, Translations
Aquatic Centre
Stretched on the bed you sometimes see forms,
curves entering and spirals escaping.
Transparent organs up high open out
and become a soft line chasing itself,
cleaning breath from dark colours—blood ...
Aquatic Centre by Maria Borio
LAR Online, Translations
Inheritances
I don’t know at what moment
my sisters inhabited me,
when they looted my room
to install their own belongings
and furnish me with their dreams.
I don’t understand how la abuela
got ...
Inheritances by Johanny Vázquez Paz
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
Cities with their name
in the distance Prague, the bridge the castle
the time on the clock tower
the clock tower in history
the Jewish cemetery at the corner
Skopje, Istanbul other alphabets
commerce of hours and ...
Three Poems from Lointaines by Nicole Brossard
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn grey in these same houses [...]
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've ...
Two Poems From The City Within You by Karla Marrufo Huchim
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
I’m back at home. The bread is thawing beside the stove. I pick up the loaf and press it against the blade of the bread slicer. The machine groans, then packs up completely. No chance of cutting a slice off the ...
Through the Moors, Through Dachau by Michaela Maria Müller
LAR Online, Translations
[I will load the conchs]
I will load the conchs
onto the backs of swans.
And almighty light
I will sort your signs
as if black lentils, without
defacing the manuscript signed
by the waves.
[Je chargerai ...
Four Poems by Khal Torabully
LAR Online, Translations
