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 Shara McCallumWhy yu always ask stupid question, ee?
The man call mango head because him head
shape like mango. What… - By ire’ne lara silvathey announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Viento
my girl does not cower does not wave or smile… - By ire’ne lara silvawe didn’t have time for ribbons or petticoats or
high-necked dresses no time for sidesaddles or
single… - By ire’ne lara silvait was the truest thing to say a sisterhood
born of struggling and dreaming and training
it was the truest… - 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 SáenzIf you are going to wear this dress
you have to respect the rules
Yes, they are conservative and strict… - By Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmother
She is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china… - By John Whalen-BridgeTranslated By Chun YuThe words of children
splash in grandmother’s mind
and ripple to now.
孩子的話兒
在祖母心中濺起
蕩漾至今。 - By Marilyn Chin一 (yī)
Two goats ascending
Mt. Fuji
Wearing flip flops
二 (èr)
A far cry
From the Pearl River Delta
And scrappy… - 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 Nasser Rabahيحدثُ أنْ ألُمَّ فراغاً عَميقاً بجَيبِ القميصِ، أركضُ كأنَّ لديَّ مَشاغلَ أو
أنَّ وهما ما يلاحقني، … - By Nasser Rabah،الثيابُ المهملةُ في الليلِ تخرجُ
،تَجولُ في الغرفِ الباردةِ
،ترتدي كلماتِ أصحابها
،تحبُ، تكرهُ، تص… - By Mercedes Lucerodear mary metonym of mine to mind *mary *mari *mare *mere Magdalene or mother not as Abuelita dreams…
- By Kashawn TaylorI walk down a dim hall, and appreciate the coruscating layer of wax on the floor(how I could sleep there…