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Poems

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  • Vita Nova

    Born on the outskirts of the Romanian kingdom

  • Hanging the Dirty Laundry

    Father's ties were mother’s noose

  • Bodies on the Margins

    The artist understands blood; or rather

  • Wraith

    I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,

  • Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue

    The level of rose-scented lotion daily

  • Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair

    The early 19th Century rolls over

  • Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal

    Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,

  • Sharp Noises at Night

    When I travel to the Midwest, trains

  • Soup Teachers

    we called them, the women who stood behind

  • Amusements

    These are the long days that fill with night

  • The Tiger | Friendship  

    In a tourist magazine about the amusements of Rome,

  • On Not Translating Polish Poets

    Were it not