Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

José Emilio Pacheco: High Treason

I’d die
for ten places,
a few folks,
ports, forests, deserts, forts,
a broken city, gray, monstrous

September 18, 2020 · 7 Comments

Michael Simms: Minneapolis

He died in Minneapolis on an ordinary day,
A day we’ll all remember.
We can’t turn away. It was a day
Like this one, a Monday, in Spring.

June 9, 2020 · 6 Comments

Pablo Neruda: The Riddles

You have asked me what the crustacean spins between its limbs of gold
and I answer: the sea knows it.

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Black Brick, Yellow Brick

I will die in Pittsburgh on a beautiful day…

March 21, 2020 · 4 Comments

Eva-Maria Simms, Michael Simms: Translating Rilke

Every thing is protected
by a grace ready for flight,
every stone and flower
every child at night.

December 6, 2019 · 2 Comments

César Vallejo: Black Stone on a White Stone

I will die in Paris on a rainy day,
a day I can already remember.

November 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

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