By bruno darío
Translated By Kit Schluter
Before even one day has passed in the beyond, the weeds will cover our monuments. Our architecture …
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- By bruno daríoNi un día más allá la maleza cubrirá nuestros monumentos. La arquitectura reemplazada por otra furiosa…
- By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
- 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 Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Shara McCallumPain enters through an open window
and you say it is the wind.
It marrows into beams, gutters
walls. Still… - By Sarah Burgoynei say child but what i mean is now
still preferring the moss lawn to the
“superior” grass lawn my parents… - By Dorothy ParkerI think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush… - By James JoyceI heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing… - By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - By Afrizal MalnaTranslated By Daniel OwenWORKSHOP 5: MY CAPTIVE
its voice’s echo comes back to make a sound wall
of its voice
standing in a circle
in front of a globe full of time traps
fingers that clutch a rat - By Afrizal MalnaWORKSHOP 5: TAWANAN AKU
gema suaranya kembali lagi membuat dinding bunyi
dari suaranya
berdiri melingkar
di depan bulatan penuh perangkap waktu
jari-jari yang menggenggam tikus - By Caroline Harper NewA man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
pigeons, whom his clock feeds or starves
at random. Their tiny twitching heads exaggerate until... - By Thomas Warton the youngerBeneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown pilesOft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve,Where thro' some …
- By Adrian Matejkabecause of want & tumble?
Because of word crumbles in the kitchen’s halogen?
No. Separate bedrooms for… - By Nick FlynnSaint Augustine preached humility &
the need to simply be on the ground.
Do you wish to rise? he asked… - By Anastasia Taylor-LindIt’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom… - By Lesley YoungeThe first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me… - By Damien McClendonsuppose you’re eight
a crow drowns in the dishwater
black plum
-age all over the place.
your mother…