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You Have to Lead the Sheep
A dream struck a dream
Sylva Fischerová
Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine
Words here carry the scent of snow,
Patron Henekou
To Isabella Franconati
After your husband died and the cypress trees,
Michael Collier
A FLOW STONE IN CO. CLARE
You want to fathom me,
Daniel Tobin
The Living and the Dead | Arrest Warrant
I already came here several times this year, aside from the pilgrimage
Ales Debeljak
Near the Sea
All manner of birds love this windbreak hedge
Billy Collins
Trespass and Dante Confidential
That is not your poem to write, she says.
Marilyn Kallet
WHEN EVENING COMES
Everyone here has so many faces,
Troy Jollimore
Preludes and Fugues, Cycle C
Watch your cat leap up in fright and flee
Emmanuel Moses
Three Poems
Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.
Teresa Cader
Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez
You smell the wet linens, your acids.
Antonio Gamoneda
Missed Romance & The Image
An old black and white photograph
Ramón García
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