By Myles C. Poydras
downturned toward the river
and slanted from a wiry arm,
life trickles into life, culminating
in the…
and slanted from a wiry arm,
life trickles into life, culminating
in the…
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- By Kimiko HahnIf I don’t taste the complicated waves—
if I only see the rolling,
only hear the roiling up
or smell those… - By Elli PaionidouΜη με ϰαλείς, μη με ϰαλείς.
Την αλμυϱή σου πϱόσϰληση δεν την αντέχω.
Οι γλάϱοι ϐιάζονται ϰαι το ϰαϱάϐι… - By Elli PaionidouTranslated By Peter J. King & Andrea ChristofidouDon’t summon me, don’t summon me.
I can’t withstand your briny call.
The gulls go scudding by, the boat… - By Linda HoganFor those who don’t come to the end of this poem,
some harsh and endless wave of ocean
will bring to… - By GuangziTranslated By Wang PingThe flowing river, running a thousand li
I’ve been standing on its shore, in a daze
Time rushes forward… - By Guangzi大河流淌，一去千里
我在岸上恍惚站了一生
时光奔涌，岁月漂移
流淌的大河只剩下波浪和泥沙
我替曾经的人站在岸上
我替一条大河无边无际的流淌
大河流淌，天地寂寥
仿佛大河从不流淌 - By Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverI'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths… - By H.D.Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable
from the… - By Alice OswaldIt's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …
- By Richard BrautiganI saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling… - By Zoë Skouldingwhat travessia/trip/travesia/trajet
traverses
the wreck/naufragio/
naufragio/naufrage
of… - By Liz HowardAmid moonscape railings
cognition drained its basinone brother was born
on land black from the mineall… - By Don Domanski*
clouds creak in the sky
herons creak in the sky.
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the dark approaches itself
from all sides once again… - By Stuart Cooke
Click the image above to access the JPG of this visual poem so you can zoom to read the text. A plain… - By Karen HouleOne man and one woman park the government Jeep
on the gravel shoulder of the Grand River watershed.
Paired… - By Maya KhoslaWater minus air becomes wound.
Her blowhole, bursts of breathing,
trapped in an endless curtain of netting… - By William Butler YeatsThe unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.
Before me floats an image,... - By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs…
- By Raúl ZuritaTranslated By William RoweAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down…