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Li-Young Lee
Because my father walked the earth with a grave,
determined rhythm, my shoulders ached
from his gaze. Because my father's shoulders
ached from the pulling of oars, my life now moves
with a powerful back-and-forth rhythm . . .
book
BOA Editions
Feature Date
- October 25, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Ahlam Bsharat (translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)
We had a cow, Obeidah the cow.
She had big wide eyes
but the whole herd had big wide eyes.
She was dappled
but the rest of them were dappled.
journal
The Baffler
Feature Date
- October 24, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Melissa Broder
The sky told me nothing about myself
The stars told me nothing about myself
Jupiter gave me zero
Except that I am dust
book
Tin House
Feature Date
- October 23, 2021
Series
Selected By
Tishani Doshi
The stormtroopers of my country love
their wives but are okay to burn
what needs to be burned for the good
of the republic often doing so in brown
pleated shorts and cute black hats with sticks
book
Copper Canyon Press
Feature Date
- October 22, 2021
Series
Selected By
Giovanni Pascoli (translated from the Italian by Geoffrey Brock)
Three grapes, Giacinto, grow upon these vines:
The first is pleasure, and is clear as air;
the next is sweet amnesia. Drink their wines,
yes—but stop there . . .
book
World Poetry Books
Feature Date
- October 21, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Nava EtShalom
I woke up from marrying my father;
the window let in a little streeplamp shine.
None of us knew what time it was.
The streetlamp thought three. The boy
thought morning, and started to wake.
book
Carnegie Mellon University Press
Feature Date
- October 20, 2021
Series
Selected By
Marjorie Welish
Itself
Sedentary in another language is language as such
Whether or not we can read it, sought
Because home. . .
book
Coffee House Press
Feature Date
- October 19, 2021
Series
Selected By
Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Strange about the kills we get without intending them.
Because we are pointed in the direction of something.
Because we are distracted at just the right moment, or the wrong.
book
BOA Editions
Feature Date
- October 18, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Shuri Kido (translated from the Japanese by Tomoyuki Endo & Forrest Gander)
A long slope.
The sun dipped, and finally sank.
No matter how long I walked, I stayed in "the middle of the road."
The name torn into pieces.
Just keeping on, climbing higher and higher
I'd completely forgotten the name.
journal
Harvard Review
Feature Date
- October 17, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Peter Filkins
Shy panzer of the swamp, atavistic
in your haughty calm, you blink at us
encapsulated in our swanky Prius . . .
book
Johns Hopkins University Press
Feature Date
- October 16, 2021
