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Here lies a hectic site, la Cité
Angie Estes
Fish Belly Poem and a poem by Wang Yuyang translated by Arthur Sze
Dr. Xia Kejun said today:
Wang Jiaxin
OVER THE MOON
Five a.m.—the soft percussion of the rain
John Brehm
To Anything at All
Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,
William Olsen
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
So What
My mind’s a ringing phone
Elizabeth A. I. Powell
Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
Two Poems translated from the Persian by Sholeh Wolpé
I’ve heard the volley of a thousand soldiers,
Mujib Mehrdad
Throughway and Passage
Faces, facing one another on the bus.
Matthias Göritz
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
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