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Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk
At night we stood together on guard,
Anna Świrszczyńska
Berlin
We see the public statues
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Sicily, 1992
Etna’s lava shone against the gloom,
Sydney Lea
Divorce Party Bonfire
As in a secret rite
Alan Shapiro
Tails | On the Other Side
When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or
Jeff Friedman
The gift of putting something down…
The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.
Stephen Dobyns
A Brief Portfolio
When the light goes out, and the book is set down
Campbell McGrath
The Silver Bullet
When I wasn’t washing my hands, I remembered
Lynn Levin
Soft Song
Nothing about you is soft,
Marilyn Kallet
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
Museling, a Pastoral
I’m reading a poem by a young woman,
Leonard Kress
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
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