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- PoemBy Rainer Maria RilkeTranslated By Stephen MitchellWe cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with… - PoemBy Maxine Hong KingstonTranslated By Chun Yu哦，而詩人跨越永恆的
距離。完美的讀者，即使千年
之後，也會到來。詩歌也可
藉由願望抵達千年前的讀者。
李白和杜甫，幸運的海龜，
在有生之年找到了彼此。哦，這是
中國時間和中國詩人的希望。但你
不必是詩人；你… - PoemBy Maxine Hong KingstonOh, but Poet crosses eternal
distances. Perfect reader, come though 1,000
years from now. Poem can also… - ArticleBy Joyelle McSweeney
The first English-language translation of Tove Ditlevsen's poetry distills the intensity and mordant humor that make her one of Denmark's most revered exports.
- AudioPoetry Off the ShelfFour poets on old stories, cultural memory, and minority languages.
- ArticleBy Luci Tapahonso
Our language reminds us of the legacy that connects us to the past and instills that legacy in this present time.
- ArticleBy Chris Hoshnic
It isn’t the final product of a poem I’m interested in, but the way poetry can bring community together.
- ArticleBy Esther Belin, Kimberly Blaeser, Denise Low, Elise Paschen, Beth Piatote & Jake Skeets
The gathered collective thoughts are a restorative way to close this issue.
- ArticleBy Laura Tohe
When I write in Diné bizaad the sounds come from the center of what it means to be Diné. Diné bizaad bee yashti. Diné bizaad bee hadínisht’é.
- ArticleBy Natanya Ann Pulley
We must accept a holiness in the language of space and silence.
- PoemBy Zoey YazzieDoor :[frames]: bolted by seams of
desert fleece and beaming blindfolds
dry-steamed by the musk … - ArticleBy Yasmine Shamma
Joe Brainard's letters are playful, elusive, and hungry for art.
- PoemBy William ShakespeareYou do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended… - PoemBy William ShakespeareYe elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do… - PoemBy Dorothy ParkerUnto seventy years and seven,
Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
And … - PoemBy Meredith StrickerI was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…
- PoemBy Carol Ann DuffyAt childhood’s end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses… - PoemBy Ama CodjoeWhat if, Betye, instead of a rifle or hand
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two hands
to fire, I lay down the splintered broom
and the steel so cold it wets
my cheek? What if I unclench the valleys
of my...