To Mokattam at Dawn*
You bathe your rocky ornaments in mists,
.......................let roselight bleed into your cracks.
The Star slowly mounts: his light drenches ...
3 Poems by May Ziadeh translated by Rose DeMaris
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Pasillos
Iré por los pasillos
haciendo caso omiso
de los charcos transparentes,
de las eléctricas guiñadas,
de los derruidos calefactores.
Cada puerta esconde un ...
4 Poems by Miguel Avero Translated by Jona Colson
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Cities after misfortune
when silence inundates
light before and after misfortune
cities with the wind in your hair
because you love to walk over bridges
feeling deeply the torrent’s ...
2 Poems from Lointaines by Nicole Brossard Translated by: Sylvain Gallais and Cynthia Hogue
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Glimpses of Poe
by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa (1892-1927)
Translated from the Japanese by Ryan Choi
“Poe” refers to “Edgar Allan Poe.” When Poe was first introduced to France by the poet Charles ...
Glimpses of Poe by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa Translated from the Japanese by Ryan Choi
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Born a Man
It’s so much work, she must confess,
grappling with the sloth of her spouse,
cleaning his home, handling his mess!
(Let’s imagine it, if we can.)
He is useless and fatuous,
yet remains the ...
2 Poems by Adela Zamudio Translated by Laura Nagle
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The Dictator and the Greeting Cards
by Edmundo Paz Soldán
From the collection Desencuentros
Madrid: Páginas de Espuma, 2018
Translated by Roy Youdale and Nick Caistor
The dictator and the greeting ...
The Dictator and the Greeting Cards by Edmundo Paz Soldán Translated by Roy Youdale and Nick Caistor
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antibodies
i’ve been trying to survive somewhat calmly
drinking lots of water
i always feel
the urge to go pee
and i’ve learned that this muscle we contract when we need
to go pee is ...
2 Poems by Danielle Magalhães Translated by Robert Smith
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New York
The storm front has not lowered to the horizon yet.
She walks in a drizzling rain down Forsyth
where the street turns parallel with the Manhattan bridge.
She is now walking by the Orthodox ...
3 Poems translated by John Poch
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Second Life
I’ve come to the end
of the fountain pen refill you gave me
after a rainy day of wrestling
a poem. These drops have no desire to fall
along the afternoon’s wet periphery—
they remain suspended ...
3 Poems Translated by Calvin Olsen
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