By Ye Hui (叶辉)
On the bridge
A village witch
Tells me
You see nothing
Clearly, since in all your eyes
A fog gathers generations
A village witch
Tells me
You see nothing
Clearly, since in all your eyes
A fog gathers generations
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- By Ye Hui (叶辉)在桥上
村上的一个女巫
告诉我
你什么也
看不清，因为你们的眼里
有世世代代的迷雾 - By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensDownload the descriptive transcript Asklepius: the god of medicine.
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Praying for a fiery muse, he was
answered by the clang of hammers… - By Paula BohinceAgain, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.
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married to a king and looked into mirrors
my mouth unwatchable… - By Mona ArshiI haven’t killed a single thing in
Months and hand on heart
It’s getting tiresome.
I take soft steps in… - By Dan Beachy-QuickI created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created… - By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the … - By Robert Browning1.My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch… - By Carol Ann DuffyAt childhood’s end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses… - By Maggie Queeneylaurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown heifer bank of marsh reeds,
handful lashed into pipes, … - By Peter O’LearyBlood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain.… - By Douglas KearneyWas Him, once fini, on the beams,
prior, He's hewer of thorntree.
Could stretch tilapia and ewer,
dole … - By SapphoDeathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with… - By Felicia Dorothea HemansSee’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,
Where the deep elm-shadows fall?
Voices that have left the earth
… - By William Butler YeatsI have heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow,
Of poets that are… - By William Butler YeatsA sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark… - By Mary B. MooreThe window clouds do roof-tiles
and ripples before they drown in sun,
become haze, innuendo,
but of… - By Rae Armantrout1
We show her Disney films
and read her fairy tales.
When she asks if magic’s real,
we say no—
not…