By Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated By Stephen Mitchell
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with…
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with…
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- By Richard BrautiganI don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot. It makes me nervous… - By Edward SalemGod said (and already you can tell
I’m making this up),
If you lift a rock, I am there.
If you lift a finger… - By ire’ne lara silvathey announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
my girl does not cower does not wave or smile… - By Nasser Rabah،لم يكن الوقتُ كافياً لتعلّمِ العزف مثل خطاكِ وهي تصعدُ درجَ البيت
،أو الغناءِ المقفى وأنت تغسلين ا… - By Maxine Hong KingstonOh, but Poet crosses eternal
distances. Perfect reader, come though 1,000
years from now. Poem can also… - By 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… - By Brittany CavallaroIn that movie you profess to love, the villain’s tell
is the blood wept from his bad eye.
The trailhead… - By Nasser RabahTranslated By Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal & Khaled al-HilliNot enough time to learn how to play an instrument that
sounds like your steps climbing the stairs at… - By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing… - By David HopsonThe guy with dreads, in nothing but boots,
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,… - By ire’ne lara silvawe didn’t have time for ribbons or petticoats or
high-necked dresses no time for sidesaddles or
single… - By Angelina SáenzBrother charro
do you realize
that it is because of escaramuza
that you have an audience?
Our performances… - By ire’ne lara silvathey called me for wanting to wear the traje de charro for wanting to ride astride for wanting no limits…
- By Angelina SáenzI am a feminist who loves my sport
and the machismo in charrería often gets to me
To be clear
I am not … - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By ire’ne lara silvawe are taught the beauty of the rose
the serenity of the soft and the still
the austerity of silver stars… - By Angelina SáenzNo
I don’t dance horses
I am not a mariachi
I am not a baile folklorico dancer
I am not the half-time show… - By Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverToday everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
where… - By Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverI'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…