By Jane Zwart
When death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…
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- By Jacques J. RancourtCan I still call you
Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed
my name. Dropped … - By Dorothea LaskyI still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think… - By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Xin QijiTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…
- By Xin Qiji甚矣吾衰矣。
怅平⽣、交游零落，只今余⼏！
⽩发空垂三千丈，⼀笑⼈间万事。
问何物、能令公喜？
我见青⼭多妩媚，料青⼭见我应如是。
情与貌，略相似。
⼀尊搔⾸东窗⾥。
想渊明、《停云》诗就，此时风味。
江左沉酣求名者… - By Stefania GomezFiremen cut the car open like a cake but when
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they … - By Nasser Rabah،الثيابُ المهملةُ في الليلِ تخرجُ
،تَجولُ في الغرفِ الباردةِ
،ترتدي كلماتِ أصحابها
،تحبُ، تكرهُ، تص… - By Nasser RabahTranslated By Ammiel Alcalay, Emna Zghal & Khaled al-HilliDiscarded clothes come out at night,
they roam around in cold rooms,
wearing the words of their owners… - By Whitney KooBeing a woman of multiple bags, I may not have anything.
When portability really means lack of capacity… - By H.D.O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with… - By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - 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 Xiao Yue Shan1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there… - By Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - By Major JacksonThe screen's fabrications remain. A film
shot never fails, sailing through the century
like a black V … - By Jean ValentineHe was shoveling sand
at the edge of the water, his heavy black glasses
glittered with rain:
"Don't you… - By Louise ErdrichAugust and the drive-in picture is packed.
We lounge on the hood of the Pontiac
surrounded by the slow… - By Josh BellKung-Fu, a couch, and I might reach
emptiness tonight, stuck on that Midwest
hoo-doo, counting cemetery… - By Michael PalmerI know a silent movie star named Jane.
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film …