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Burial Arrangements
If I have to be buried at all,
Billy Collins
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
CATAFALQUE
Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters
Donald Revell
Two Dogs Passing Through the Yard | Practice
One’s a male Aussie mix,
Chase Twichell
Coal Bin
Some witchy and slinky,
John Skoyles
SENTIMENTAL CONVERSATION
In an ancient park, isolated and icy,
Lloyd Schwartz
LOVE HAS BIG TEETH | Route 140, Sixty Miles North of Winnemucca
You, in New Hampshire,
Tom Crawford
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
TO HÉCTOR VIEL TEMPERLEY
Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn
Campbell McGrath
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
Untitled
But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
Ralph Angel
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