By Magda Portal
Translated By Kathleen Weaver
I'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…
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- By Doug GonzalezCan You Hope Remember Remobilize Reorganize Revitalize Rewrite Relearn Repair Return Can You Know…
- By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowUnder a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large… - By Carolyn ForchéThese are your stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield… - By Jessica RigneyIt's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'… - By Imtiaz DharkerAt last I’m taking off this coat,
this black coat of a country
that I swore for years was mine,
that I wore more out of habit
than design.
Born... - By Leah Naomi GreenTake all summer,
your ember from the sun,
its walking meditation. Store it in small
vaults of light to … - By Tilsa OttaUn club nocturno no hace un verano
Mas creo en el perreo
Eterno recreo
En la agitación de la masa crítica… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukA nightclub doesn’t make a summer
I believe more in perreo
Play everlasting
In the agitation of a critical… - By Petr HruškaTranslated By Jonathan BoltonThey had already sat down on the bed. Then the man
remembered the back door was still open. He groped… - By Paul Laurence DunbarAs a quiet little seedling
Lay within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
And this is what… - By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - By George Oppen11 River of our substance
Flowing
With the rest. River of the substance
Of the earth's curve, river of … - By Joyce KilmerNow by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should… - By Rev. Robin G. WhiteThe feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow
An unexpected helping hand from the stranger
The curl of the tiniest of fingers wrapped trustingly around your own
A gentle breeze on the cusp of Autumn
And the way a leaf... - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukLet’s try this:
If you’re dead, blink twice
I promise the second time will be incredible - By Tilsa OttaHagamos algo:
Si estás muerto parpadea 2 veces
Te prometo que la segunda vez será increíble - By Lynn EmanuelLove is boring and passé, all that old baggage,
the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic,
retrograde, obscurantist hum and drum of it
needs to be swept away. So, night after night,
we sit in the dark of the Roxy beside grandmothers
with their shanks... - By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are stars
and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers
obsessed with memorizing his lines,
making peace with the Big Director
in the sky who doesn’t like ad libs,
before all that, I was the star
of my own...