By Magda Portal
Translated By Kathleen Weaver
Facing Life
I take up this unbridled cry
broad wave crashing on
my hearts beachI HAVE NO PRECEDENT...
I take up this unbridled cry
broad wave crashing on
my hearts beachI HAVE NO PRECEDENT...
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the
the the
the
the night... - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask …
- By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By bruno daríoBarrí toda mi casa, y la encontré otra. En los rincones había otros más pequeños que la máscara de polvo…
- By Rochelle Hurt[if you marry your confession, you can live alone inside it. no priest behind the window. no wife or…
- By Rickey LaurentiisWhat I have done is created
History, exquisite manuscripts
With angering blame.
What I have done is… - By Cameron Awkward-RichIt is morning. Remember that.
It is morning and the house is quiet,
so quiet that I can, for the moment… - By Kate PartridgeThe dentist is now the same
age as me, which is troubling,
mostly because of what I
have and have not done… - By Vona GroarkeI had it in the night, the image,
but lacked the energy or will
to magic my body through
my own fourth … - By Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- By Rowan Wilde RiggsA ball of yarn is attempting to unravel my wits.
It rolls over vistas that trample our view of each … - By Doug GonzalezCan You Hope Remember Remobilize Reorganize Revitalize Rewrite Relearn Repair Return
- By Dorothy ParkerUnto seventy years and seven,
Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
And … - By Countee CullenWhat if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
Having heard? - By Malcolm TariqIn church
we said Satan, get thee behind
and I always laughed. A demon child
with a twisted mouth, - By BashōTranslated By Lucien StrykWake, butterfly—
it's late, we've miles
to go together. - By Emily DickinsonI'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish… - By D. H. LawrenceThe Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash… - By Ellen BassWhat if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater…