By Ye Hui (叶辉)
Translated By Dong Li
On the bridge
A village witch
Tells me
You see nothing
Clearly, since in all your eyes
A fog gathers generations
A village witch
Tells me
You see nothing
Clearly, since in all your eyes
A fog gathers generations
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- By Ye Hui (叶辉)在桥上
村上的一个女巫
告诉我
你什么也
看不清，因为你们的眼里
有世世代代的迷雾 - By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensAsklepius: the god of medicine.
Asklepius had a daughter who was the goddess of universal remedy: Panacea.... - By Elontra N. Hallin which kobe seeks a mentor to train him
Praying for a fiery muse, he was
answered by the clang of hammers… - By Paula BohinceAgain, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to… - By Mona ArshiWhen I was thirteen and dumb as bark and
married to a king and looked into mirrors
my mouth unwatchable… - By Mona ArshiI haven’t killed a single thing in
Months and hand on heart
It’s getting tiresome.
I take soft steps in… - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created… - By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the … - By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - By Carol Ann DuffyAt childhood’s end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses… - By Maggie Queeneylaurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown heifer bank of marsh reeds,
handful lashed into pipes, … - By Peter O’LearyBlood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless
differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters'
blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon
uttering:... - By Douglas KearneyWas Him, once fini, on the beams,
prior, He's hewer of thorntree.
Could stretch tilapia and ewer,
dole … - By SapphoTranslated By Anne CarsonDeathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with… - By Felicia Dorothea HemansSee’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
… - By William Butler YeatsI have heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow,
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should know
That if nothing drastic is done
Aeroplane and Zeppelin will come out,
Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
Until... - By William Butler YeatsA sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her... - By Mary B. MooreThe window clouds do roof-tiles
and ripples before they drown in sun,
become haze, innuendo,
but of… - By Rae Armantrout1
We show her Disney films
and read her fairy tales.
When she asks if magic’s real,
we say no—
not…