Suphil Lee Park
You taught me math in color: “Red + Blue=Purple.” Imagination is an intraocular organ. Night an intrinsic factor in the sun                             that converges to light.
from the journal Quarterly West
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In Delineated: Prose Writers on Poetry, we invite prominent writers of fiction and non-fiction to reflect on the poetry that inspires them. Our featured writers describe how poetry illuminates their creative lives, whether as inspiration, a daily practice, or a thread of hope through difficult times.

Courtney Angela Brkic on Antun Branko Šimić's "The Return"
Photo: Courtney Angela Brkic
G. C. Waldrep
I have a fever and its name is God. The nurses come in shifts and worship it. All around me the land suffers from the loss of love’s handkerchief. Children sing brackish rhymes in the lowest schools.
Iván Palacios Ocaña (translated from the Spanish by Noah Mazer)
Outside, the wind knocked over a little metal sign. The noise turned our heads and we saw that it was raining on the opposite corner, but not on ours.
Antun Branko Šimić (translated from the Croatian by Courtney Angela Brkic)
You do not even sense that I have returned and am near at hand At night when the silent moon murmurs in your ear know: it is not the moon circling your house I am wandering on the blue paths of your garden.

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