Poetry

  • Irma Pineda "You Will Not See Me Die"   Natalia Toledo "The Weaver"   "For T.S. Eliot"   Victor Terán "I Know Your Body"
  • Translator’s note: Feliciano Sánchez Chan is among a growing group of poets (including Briceida Cuevas Cob and Isaac Carrillo Can) writing modern verse in the ancient language of Mayan. The M...
  •    By Nathalie Handal
    The four recordings here are from Poet in Andalucía, forthcoming from the University of Pittsburgh Press in January 2012.   "Tree of Red Leaves, Jaén"   "Prophet in Andalucía" "La...
  •    By Julian Stannard
    Plan B We’re trundling down Via Balbipast palaces of glory and endless virtue. We’re fecund with children, we’re good at thatand some of us have rabbits in our pockets. We are fluent in sundry dialect...
  • The Mothers Far from being goddesses or sibyls:the poor motherssuffering from migrainescrushed by the heart’s servitude.   Dear Life Dear life,you chose colourless places,anonymous hours,the tritest o...
  • Ascanio Celestini - "Fabbrica", Teatro Ambra Jovinelli, Rome, March 2007 Photo: Maila Iacovelli - Fabio Zayed/Spot the Difference     I have a technique.When I attend a meeting, I sit down, I pull ou...
  • When with my judgment I laymyself out to the tepid peace of every day,the docile afternoons, the wide and naturalsleep, no longer opposed to the climatethat equal and still caresses me instead– the cl...
  • A turkey-oak two hundred years old nowno one has pollarded. Beneath itthere live vipers – woody elbows acheagainst the back. And one nightupon the roots, you rebelled, and with such violenceas to rema...
  • in the wind they sowed their long phrases– like scarves they'd wave in the wind – the wind ripped many scarves by chanceand carried them away in frayed cloud shapes – the poet always scatters her word...
  • Photo by Jerry Riley Credits:“Suspend Me / The End of a Love Affair”Music – Wambura Mitaru Spoken Vocal – Ngwatilo MawiyooBacking Vocal – Sara MitaruProduced/Arranged by David “Blackman” Mut...
  •    By Maya Khosla
    Dispersal Oak crickets dedicate their shrilling to the stars:     tireless desire pitched into the jeweled universe          with the most power a chorus of cells can muster. Such surges are rooted at...
  • Inventing Peace I make this room  a country of peace. Within these walls, I am the harmony of an individual with no nationalism, claims or agenda, no chorus of discord,  no borders but redwood wai...
  • 1that red wasn't forever-redthey never taught us to tell colors apart –those that were real from those that were not the ship was sailing, the cargo launched,goblins recited a sonnet by heart –rowing...
  •    By Viktor Ivaniv
    The city as though laid out in my palmAnd I passed through all my old hauntsI took off easily in youthThoughts hung in a beat of easy doubt Like shades of Aladdin's would-be uncleRun in four direction...
  • I want to tell you simple truths,Reveal important things to you.Always open doors, step into elevators,Go upstairs, move down corridors.Always get into cars, start the engine,And if it's winter, wait...
  • four Canadians have saved the world from genetic catastropheone Armenian has invented a new form of rocket fueland medicine to cure cancerone Russian sacrificed himselfunplugged a reactor and saved th...
  •    By Artur Punte
    to V. L. Where were you led by the keyword searchfor your own name, following the links,you suddenly find yourself twenty years laterin an apartment without a single book,without bookshelves.Your town...
  •    By Semyon Khanin
    why did I keep yelling I'm an electricianI'm no electrician what came over me I gestured at outletscozied up to the circuit box, held the meter close no one is buying it here's my license, look, my ce...
  •    By Igor Belov
    NB: Karlsson on the Roof and its sequels, the children's books by Astrid Lindgren (best known in the English-speaking world for her Pippi Longstocking), are immensely popular in Russia, where...
  • Bazhanov
       By Askold Bazhanov
    The Geese The geese bid farewell to the tundra with heavy-hearted cries. For them it will be very difficult, no, it is not for them to bask under an African sky, it is for them to dream of the North...
  • Neither tomorrow nor today Poem by Semyon Khanin. Video by Edmunds Jansons.   When we run out of jazz Poem by Sergei Timofeyev. Video by Artur Punte and Sergei Timofeyev.
  •    By Dana Gioia
    A poem by Dana Gioia / Spanish translation by José Emilio Pacheco The world does not need words. It articulates itselfin sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the pathare no less real for lying...
  •    By John Mateer
    Mall of the Emirates We don't use the word "exile" anymore,despite meeting in the Mall of the Emirates,that hyperbolic cave, ordering what is expensivepeasant food, while contemplating our prospectson...

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