Danielle Cadena Deulen
Recall the feel of sap, the rules of hide-and-seek, the bitter milk of dandelion dared to the tongue.
from the journal Prairie Schooner

What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems. 

In our series focused on Translation, we invite poet-translators to share seminal experiences in their practices, bringing poems from one language into another. How does the work of translating feel essential to the writing of one’s own poetry? Our contributors reflect on inspiring moments as intricate as a grammatical quirk and as wide-ranging as the history or politics of another place. 

Eugene Ostashevsky on Vasily Kamensky's "Constantinople"
Photo: Eugene Ostashevsky
Lasse Söderberg (translated from the Swedish by Lars Gustaf Andersson & Carolyn Forché)
He who wants to remember, and is full of darkness himself, must stand by the brim of himself as by a well...
Harmony Holiday
we  kept  laughing      uncontrollably  now    and  the  rain    sounds   steal  drums   as  us   forgetting     to   act   stolen
Stacie Cassarino
Three geese take refuge. There were supposed to be thousands of them. They were supposed to put on a show for us.
Lauren Goodwin Slaughter
I came here for the question answered by the crowd's ovation: a man now, must I have blood on my face to be seen.

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