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Vesper
The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.
Chard deNiord
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Simon Armintage
Cooking in Ashes
The smile is missing; no joy around the eyes.
Amelia Martens
Natural History of the Soul
The song thrush hops, runs, stands,
Elizabeth Arnold
Bird of Paradise
The songs of the mariachi in the park
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Toussaint
The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
Aspect
The spirit’s simulacra have obtained
Scott Cairns
Two Poems translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury
The still object Kazuo Ohno caressed is already growing old
Wu Yu Hsuan
Willem Van de Velde the Younger, Ships in a Gale (1660) and Matsumura Goshun, Crab (late 18th century)
The storm dissolves the difference between wave,
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
PET SOUNDS
The summer I bought Pet Sounds at G.C. Murphy’s, I hadn’t gone a block from the store when on impulse I smashed
J.T. Barbarese
Your Beautiful Mouth
The sun is the sum of one particular age, the moon
Laurie Lamon
Seesaw
The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.
Bhisham Bherwani
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