By Darius Simpson
do you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you…
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you…
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- By Darius Simpsonbut i know better. i know poets like you don’t do no half-steppin. especially not on your way out. especially…
- By Shann Rayi . sorrow
is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
the elk’s arched bones visible in the morning… - By Pierre JorisYou should, once I’m gone, mourn only as long
as you hear the bell, the dark one, from the tower;
as long… - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Raymond AntrobusMy phone memory is full
of canvases I have cried in front of—
circles, holes—
Shadows on water.
___… - By Rajiv MohabirTo mourn an impossible life—
we have become objects of a King
we will never see.
All water has become black… - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Rajiv Mohabirएगो असंभव जीवन शोक करे खाितर—
हम लोगन कोई राजा के वस्तु बन गइली
जे राजा के हम कभी ना देखब।
सब पानी कारा… - By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Michael RobinsI dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without … - By Kim Ok울려 나오는 악성의
느리고도 짧은
애닯은 곡조에
나의 사라진 옛 꿈은
그윽하게 살아
내 가슴 아파라.
설움 가득한 악성의
빠르고도 더딘
애닯은 곡조에
뒤숭숭한 그 생각은
고요하… - By Kim Oki
Sonorous music for voice— I hear
a short but elegiac,
pained
melody— for long discarded
dreams of a simple… - By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - By Aaron ShurinThe gates, the gardens, the windows, the sky, the ledge of bricks, the fallen leaves, the porch where…
- By Nakahara ChūyaOn this bit of soiled sadness
The flurries fall again today
Through this bit of soiled sadness
The wind… - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Nakahara Chūya汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も小雪の降りかかる
汚れつちまつた悲しみに
今日も風さへ吹きすぎる
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
たとへば狐の革裘
汚れつちまつた悲しみは
小雪のかかつてちぢこまる
汚れつ… - By Paisley RekdalYou’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands
conjoined… - By Tiffany HsiehI was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to…