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Wave Books

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Rita Dove
You prefer me invisible, no more than a crisp salute far away from your silks and firewood and woolens. Out of sight, I'm merely an annoyance, one slim, obstinate wrinkle in night's deepening trance.

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The Paris Review

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Ruth Stone
It is another raw winter. Stray cats are suffering. Starlings crowd the edges of chimneys. It is a drab misery that urges me to remember you. I think about the subjugation of women and horses; brutal exposure; weather that forces, that strips.

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Copper Canyon Press

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Khaty Xiong
Summer oaks warring on the hills     A doe partaking of  a resurrecting tulip     Breakfast stray as my watery mind How late the cloud of my body born here     A year spent looking for the way      love claimed you     The moon lording from the overhang & into open fire

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Poetry

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Valmiki (translated from the Sanskrit by Vivek Narayanan)
No one is poor in Ayodhya No one is unhappy in Ayodhya No one goes hungry in Ayodhya No one is robbed in Ayodhya No one is beaten in Ayodhya

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Boiler House Press

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Mark Leidner
The jeansed horse prances through heaven its big stupid meadow of empty beauty change shaking in its pockets like cosmic maracas.

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Fonograf Editions

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Angela Narciso Torres
Above, a commonplace moon, somewhere between half and full, waxing edge rubbed like the worn ridges of a lucky quarter.

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Four Way Books

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Šari Dale
The child eats trout eyes. Like grapes, they pop in her mouth. The skins taste like smoke. She likes to be seen chewing, her lips white with oil.

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The Malahat Review

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Du Fu (translated from the Chinese by Wong May)
Good writing Resents happy circumstances. Good writers are rarely spared. The demons of this world Their gargoyle faces Are made glad Whenever men of talent hobble.

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PN Review

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Anne Marie Macari
Bow down to limbo's white light, quiet feet down the hall passing through

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Persea Books

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