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Two poems by Krystyna Lenkowska translated from Polish by Cecilia Woloch
When I was young
Krystyna Lenkowska
Embraced
I have visited an ancient redwood and heard it creak
Martha Rhodes
While Another Dove Nude into the Breakers
One talked with a talisman
Stephen Ackerman
80 Words for Rosmarie Waldrop at 80
sojourner
Charles Bernstein
The NewMath and Nor Easter
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
Partridge Boswell
The Happiness on the Other Side of Happiness
Kids swing and old men sit. That's the way
Jim Moore
The Myth of the Eternal Return
The river sinks beneath our love
Laurie Lamon
What Light Tastes Like
Depends on the hour of departure and if flowers
Barbara Ras
Better Than Heaven
So many set asides, you say, intemperate
Charlie Smith
Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
Earthquake
The voices of self are ended. A sepia
Ruth Padel
LA CASA BELLINA
You seemed happy,
Joyce Peseroff
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