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Video: Astronaut Leland Melvin Reads Pablo Neruda’s Love Letter to Earth’s Forests

Anyone who hasn’t been in the Chilean forest doesn’t know this planet. I have come out of that landscape, that mud, that silence, to roam, to go singing through the world.

September 5, 2021 · 3 Comments

Meg Pokrass & Jeff Friedman: Wig

The wig arrived in a pretty pink box. I’d ordered it online from a wig shop. Silky, blonde and long, it felt as if I were entertaining a movie star in my hallway. Grace Kelly in a box on my couch. So nice to meet you, I said, slipping it on.

April 21, 2021 · 1 Comment

Althea Romeo Mark: Sunrise in the Afternoon

I wonder if the crying is one of pain, of boredom or of frustration from being imprisoned in a body that no longer works or obeys her will.

April 6, 2021 · 2 Comments

Jorge Guillén: Death in the Distance

What’s urgent is the ripe
Fruit. The hand already peels it.

January 29, 2021 · 1 Comment

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 · 8 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

Federico García Lorca: Weeping for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

García Lorca’s “Weeping for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías” is by far his best known poem in the Spanish speaking world. Why is it not better known in the United States?

May 1, 2020 · 4 Comments

Paul Celan: Death Fugue

Black milk of dawn we drink it in the evening
we drink it at noon and in the morning we drink it at night

December 15, 2019 · Leave a comment

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

Choman Hardi: Homeland, what shall I do with you?

What shall I do with you, homeland?
What shall I do with all this blood?
Where shall I put you
to prevent you from filling my days
with damage and grief?

October 21, 2019 · Leave a comment

John Samuel Tieman: Francisco Franco and Chagrin Falls, Ohio

It would be nice if we could convert fascists to democratic republicans. If that fails, it then is absolutely necessary to utterly defeat them.

October 2, 2019 · Leave a comment

Pablo Neruda: I’m explaining a few things

Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain

August 7, 2019 · 4 Comments

Elizabeth Jacobson: Which Yellow Bird

Just to the right of the lifeguard shack, a couple was fucking on a chaise longue . in the first row of many rows of chairs which had been set … Continue reading

April 29, 2019 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: Purity and Politics

We live in an age of tarnished idols. Picasso was a womanizer, drunk with his own success, having been born into the pivotal moment of modernism and thus achieving more … Continue reading

November 13, 2018 · Leave a comment

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