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Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
Regret
Later in life, we enter the neighborhood
Anton Yakovlev
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
Sidewinder
You say I rudely cut her off, that you had to apologize,
Page Hill Starzinger
Zone
This ancient world finally leaves you weary
Guillaume Apollinaire
PASTORAL
The circle lies unbroken, and the lord is by and by.
Sarah Estes
Maybe It Will Happen in the Span of a Sentence translated by Daniel Bourne
One of the most interesting poets to emerge in Poland during the final decades of the 20th century
Bronislaw Maj
Vega
On my bed in late afternoon I am listening
Brian Swann
A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE
Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,
William Louis-Dreyfus
The Sunflower
The sunflower
Vítězslav Nezval
From A Line By Kawabata
A solitary shadow in stillness
Ron Slate
Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
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