By Larry Levis
There is still a photograph of lovers I would like to forget.
After all, the unsentimental oak trees…
After all, the unsentimental oak trees…
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- By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariInside us live innumerable others;
If I think or feel, I do not know
Who is thinking or feeling.
I am only… - By Ricardo ReisVivem em nós innumeros;
Se penso ou sinto, ignoro
Quem é que pensa ou sente.
Sou sòmente o logar
Onde… - By Frank X Walkerthoroughbred racing
and hee haw
are burdensome images
for kentucky sons
venturing beyond the mason-dixon… - By Terrance HayesYou are pursuing a feeling like the dust
In the voice of Bob Kaufman plus the mud
Of the most fertile… - By E. Ethelbert MillerAfter reading my obituary
folks went to their local bookstores
looking for my books. For a few days… - By Eileen MylesIsrael’s started
bombing
Gaza again
I don’t know
where to put it
in relation
to the ordinary
sadness… - By Victoria ChangThat two shells could be connected at their centers is a new thought I’ve never had. The way the canvas with its colors now turns into cubes. My life has been livid with itself for too long.
- By Hannah LoweOr call it black shoe or call it china rose—
- By Tarik DobbsRehashing doctrine without closely reading. And what do I mind? Well, those nights I stood in my hall…
- By Anthony JosephFor Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid … - By Momtaza MehriWoke up from a long nap and I deserved it.
Stared at the ceiling. Half-dreaming
my dead grandfather’s … - By Thembe Mvulaon the ride home from the fado bar,
uber driver repeats is the music okay?
i glance at the man rated 4… - By Yu JianTranslated By Wang PingA glorious day—sunlight on everything
A white rock shines in the Vermont woods
That’s Joe Brainard’s grave… - By Yu Jian光辉的一天——太阳照耀着万物
有块白石在佛蒙特州的森林里发光
乔·布雷纳德之墓 美国诗人
1942–1994在世 俄克拉荷马的高中少年啊
戴着副黑框眼镜 谁读过你的诗？
青山下 湖泊安静 鸟在午睡
我记得 睡莲还… - By Rodney JonesPeople who are like waves, rising and falling.
They imitate each other. People who get lost
When they … - By Jesse NathanIn front of thousands on a Sunday
the Pope at the Vatican released two doves.
He rang a bell, sang Hail… - By Dorothea LaskyHelen Frankenthaler is an evil eye
I put her behind me
And hoped for the best
Even she knew
I was lying
Lying… - By Mitchell GlazierQueenly swans nudge eternity figs
Yellow rose fire
Lit by a ghost breath
I’ve eaten you someplace before… - By Vona GroarkeI had it in the night, the image,
but lacked the energy or will
to magic my body through
my own fourth …