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The Romantic Poets
If anybody needs a head
Maurice Manning
Three Poems
Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist
Robert Wrigley
Bartosz Konstrat translated from Polish by Dawid Mobolaji
Suddenly: bam! The little boys rise from their knees, their teeth grow and begin to bite.
Bartosz Konstrat
Boots and Bayonet
My platoon a loose group cross-legged
Karen Skolfield
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
Godscan
The sun is the size of a human foot.
T.R. Hummer
Sicily, 1992
Etna’s lava shone against the gloom,
Sydney Lea
In the Next Life and The Office of Apology
When I become the most trusted translator of your poems
Jessica Greenbaum
Still Life with Clouds and Eyes on the Prize
Many white ones
Billy Collins
Nocturne
Last night a barred owl swept across the road,
John Hoppenthaler
Blond for All the Boys
Frank Ocean didn’t mean anything to me till Dave said check
Matthew Lippman
At the Cemetery
Cloud cover from horizon to horizon
Alan Shapiro
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