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“Bird or Old Man” translated from Bulgarian by Holly Karapetkova
He arrived with a bag full of fog.
Dostena Anguelova
“Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel
mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,
Yevgeniy Breyger
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
(…) | In Your Land
Let your heart beat like a gnat in an autumn lamp,
Anzhelina Polonskaya
(Blessed Are) They Who Preserve
These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.
Danielle Blau
[from the volume 4 A.M. Domestic Cantos, Casa de editură Max Blecher, 2015]
There will be people and they will push the world further.
Radu Vancu
[I encircle you] translated by Sasha Dugdale
I encircle you as a zone of mountains, granite corona
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
[The Porcupine Left Its Hovel]
The porcupine left its hovel
Muhammad Kijuma
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
05-08 | 07-03 | 07-24 Three from The Ringing of the Rain has a Forgiving Grace
We all become the raindrops’ filling in the blanks
Ye Mimi
1945
The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.
Jean Valentine
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
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