By Alice Pettway
The dry stubble of the field
wilts under the rain,
soft as jaw hair
under a hot towel. The summer
is a …
wilts under the rain,
soft as jaw hair
under a hot towel. The summer
is a …
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- By bruno daríofantasía
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI want to accompany you
on the adventure of mastery.
How I’d love
our love, the antonym of art! - By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By Ann-Margaret LimHolding his stare in mine, I flip the bird
at a grown man
on a stool in front of the street bar
on the … - By Shizuka Omoriやましさが案山子のように立っているからだを抜けてくるのか歌は
触れることは届くことではないのだがてのひらに蛾を移して遊ぶ
後ずさりできぬ鳥たち 二人称をずたずたにする夕焼けだった
皆殺しの〈皆〉に女はふくま… - By Aaron ShurinAnd still one looks to the tree to paraphrase the sky, arbiter of wind and sun. The hills with their…
- By Damilola Omotoyinboseven hills beckon
the sun to a dance. two steps
forward, another to the left. kongas powder
their … - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Joe Carrick-Vartythe sky announcesit has written a lecture
on domestic violence no one starts a family
with the intention… - By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Alice PettwayThe blades of grass are writhing
their torsos,
sexualized
unnecessarily.
The people are uninterested
in … - By Nakahara Chūya幾時代かがありまして
茶色い戦争ありました
幾時代かがありまして
冬は疾風吹きました
幾時代かがありまして
今夜此処での一と殷盛り
今夜此処での一と殷盛り
サーカス小屋は高い梁
そこに一つのブランコだ
見える… - By 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… - By Nakahara Chūyaホラホラ、これが僕の骨だ、
生きてゐた時の苦労にみちた
あのけがらはしい肉を破つて、
しらじらと雨に洗はれ、
ヌツクと出た、骨の尖。
それは光沢もない、
ただいたづらにしらじらと、
雨を吸収する、
… - By Nakahara Chūyaある朝 僕は 空の 中に、
黒い 旗が はためくを 見た。
はたはた それは はためいて いたが、
音は きこえぬ 高きが ゆえに。
手繰り 下ろそうと 僕は したが、
綱も なければ それも 叶… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask …
- By Ruby Hansen MurrayIn school I learned to say Koran, like I learned to say Osage.
When I hear Qur’an, I understand I am … - By CAConradeveryone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressing
- By CAConradeach threadadded to the loom was a moment of the weaver’s life