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Two poems by Sandra Moussempès, translated from French by Carrie Chappell and Amanda Murphy
A house stands out from the rest of the forest, emptied of its occupants for centuries
Sandra Moussempès
LIKE
No other sound like it.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
THE COURTING
In every dark jazz club, in each smoky corner
Tara Betts
The City translated by Kaveh Bassiri
I dream the city is flying in an airplane
Fereshteh Sari
I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall
I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who
Paola Antonetta Susanne
To a New Chair | Bounty
To a New Chair
Phillis Levin
A MORAL VICTORY IS STILL A DEFEAT
It was late in the year and late in the day,
Jay Hopler
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
Kennedy
Based on the private messages I receive
Stephanie Burt
The Deposition
I get to school early, take down the crucifix.
Daisy Fried
Trás-Os-Montes
Tiny and bent over
Jose-Flore Tappy
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