Poem
By Sasha Pearl
I’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…
Category
Travels & Journeys
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- PoemBy Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - PoemBy Whitney KooBeing a woman of multiple bags, I may not have anything.
When portability really means lack of capacity… - PoemBy Hershman JohnDear young Deer Spring and Towering Houses
Follow a Diné elder down a rabbit hole:
My Pembroke crest… - PoemBy Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - PoemBy Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - PoemBy BashōTranslated By Lucien StrykWake, butterfly—
it's late, we've miles
to go together. - PoemBy Xiao Yue Shan1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there… - PoemBy Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - PoemBy Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - PoemBy Rüştü OnurNe evim var Tanrım ne bahçem
Ne okyanusta kayığım
Başım ananas kokan bulutlarda
Ananas kokan sularda… - PoemBy Rüştü OnurTranslated By Ulaş Özgün & Hüseyin AlhasOh God I have neither a house nor a garden
Nor a boat in the ocean
My head is in the pineapple-smelling… - PoemBy William Butler YeatsI
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music...