By Nakahara Chūya
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ…
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ…
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- By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Nakahara ChūyaTranslated By Jeffrey AnglesOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Kazim AliA book led me to the particular performance of the cello suite
And watching the cellist play so tentatively… - By CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- By Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - By Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to… - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created… - By Zhang Xian相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。
今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。 - By Zhang XianTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
After tonight, what’s left of you is you
moving into my dream. Outside… - By Lauren RussellHammock dumping
you onto bruised
grasses, frayed
thoughts droop
sideways, hammering
morning. Slipper-
footed… - By Shara McCallumPain enters through an open window
and you say it is the wind.
It marrows into beams, gutters
walls. Still… - By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing… - By Norla Cheemiss you calling me at work
leaving stupid jokes on my phone
like the one about the Arapaho, the Navajo… - By Malcolm TariqYou may find her behind
Rowan Oak, a shadow
of fortress where then now
you find no real entry place. - By Emily DickinsonGrief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His shy House—
And baffles quest— - By M. NourbeSe Philipevidence is
sustenance
is
support
is
the law... - By Khari Dawsonmom tells me I smell like
her Mom—
something flowery and
the blackened endings
of a joint.
I feared her … - By Rasaq Malik Gbolahanuntil the clock of my grandmother’s body
stopped working & her remains
were lowered into the earth on… - By Karl KnightsYou left a note.
‘Please don’t judge me
too harshly.’ I read it
at your memorial.
I hate that my voice
didn…