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Jerzy Ficowski (translated from the Polish by Jennifer Grotz & Piotr Sommer)
o closed-within-yourself you perish when you open and you'll give birth to the sea
from the journal Kenyon Review
Jeffrey Yang
I performed the sacred rite as it had been handed down through me my feet blackened with earth and in her cognizance she clarified the poison surging within me
Brendan Constantine
From you. Right now, you're giving me ideas. One of them is worth millions. Another is a small harp playing in your coat.
W.S. Merwin
I remember that I am falling That I am the reason And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy

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