Poem
By Michael Robins
I dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without …
water months ago. Origins without …
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Emotions
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- PoemBy Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - PoemBy Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
… - PoemBy Kim OkTranslated By Ryan Choii
Sonorous music for voice— I hear
a short but elegiac,
pained
melody— for long discarded
dreams of a simple… - PoemBy Kim Ok울려 나오는 악성의
느리고도 짧은
애닯은 곡조에
나의 사라진 옛 꿈은
그윽하게 살아
내 가슴 아파라.
설움 가득한 악성의
빠르고도 더딘
애닯은 곡조에
뒤숭숭한 그 생각은
고요하… - PoemBy Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit … - PoemBy Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - PoemBy Jim CoryWhat god does he
pray to, swaying
like that, muttering
orange chords
at the clouds
drifting by
inside his … - PoemBy Frank X. WalkerI learn today that mama,
being property,
was massa's investment. That taken all together,
the only thing… - PoemBy Nakahara Chūya汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ… - PoemBy Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- PoemBy Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - PoemBy bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterBefore even one day has passed in the beyond, the weeds will cover our monuments. Our architecture …
- PoemBy bruno daríoNi un día más allá la maleza cubrirá nuestros monumentos. La arquitectura reemplazada por otra furiosa…
- PoemBy Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - PoemBy Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind…