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Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky
There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—
Zuzanna Ginczanka
Two poems by Rafael Alberti translated from Spanish by Lorna Shaughnessy
Already, a year asleep, some one not waiting
Rafael Alberti
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
Objects in Mirror Are Larger than They Appear
That beautiful girl on a bicycle smoking a cigarette:
Frannie Lindsay
Three Poems
Fish-shaped, dark brown,
Gary Soto
First Days at the Conservancy
I’m looking out the window—Paula’s window—
Carol Moldaw
Three Poems
I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge
Jane Springer
The Pair
Here’s how they climbed out of the nights’ custody.
Karl Krolow
The Book of Guests
They gamboled toward me on the plain—two lambs
Chard deNiord
HOW IT IS WITH THE MEEK
They are pulverized into earth
Major Jackson
Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
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