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from Fourteen Fourteenliners
Why can say passion fruit for instance always begin again
Hsia Yü
from In the Fires of Absence
Beautiful gelid just-
Claire Malroux
From Inches Away
From inches away his finger can’t miss
Simon Perchik
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
From Night, by Ennio Moltedo, translated from Spanish by Marguerite Feitlowitz
Can we go on like this?
Ennio Moltedo
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
From Pendant que Perceval tombait, by Tania Langlais, translated from French by Jessica Cuello
you don’t know how to write with lightness
Tania Langlais
From Rainer Maria Rilke’s Die Sonette an Orpheus / The Sonnets to Orpheus translated from German by John Rosenwald
O fountain-mouth, you gift-giver, you mouth
Rainer Maria Rilke
from Sleeping with Bashō
Growing out of clouds like a cedar tree—
David Trinidad
From the Ass’s Mouth: A Theory of the Leisure Class
Up on stage in the three-quarters empty auditorium,
Tom Sleigh
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
From the grab bag of desire
I keep meaning to walk up to you,
Bob Hicok
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