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GETTING READY THE HOUSE
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
(…) | In Your Land
Let your heart beat like a gnat in an autumn lamp,
Anzhelina Polonskaya
Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
The Living and the Dead | Arrest Warrant
I already came here several times this year, aside from the pilgrimage
Ales Debeljak
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
Morning Hunger
Why not in the icy clarity of morning,
Stewart Moss
So Much More Mournful than Before
This morning, remembering the end
Lawrence Raab
The Minefield and Uncanny Daddy
In the hospital after so strangely
Charles O. Hartman
Last Poem
Reader, today
Simon Armintage
The Last Few Feet
And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile
John A. Nieves
Two Poems
War catches a man with a shopping bag
Ludmila Khersonsky
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