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José Luís Peixoto (translated from the Portuguese by Hugo dos Santos)
Alone, I arrive in a looted city
and walk slowly, my arms hanging
loosely, I look through open doors,
what remains is scattered in the streets
journal
The Common
Feature Date
- May 12, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Rodney Terich Leonard
Some people don't schwa the A in her name,
they won't ah it, like they do for ago & anonymous.
Into secondhand enunciation, they dote on & long-
chew the alphabet's first letter, its crunch-gristle, A-dele.
book
Four Way Books
Feature Date
- May 11, 2021
Series
Selected By
Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
book
Liveright Books
Feature Date
- May 10, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Lauren Camp
With wine, I went right
to the open mouth,
took it down, familiar
with the charm of my own particular
sin. It was as if
I had already all the history
of my two worlds,
morning and later—
book
Tupelo Press
Feature Date
- May 9, 2021
Series
Selected By
Valerie Mejer Caso (translated from the Spanish by Michelle Gil-Montero)
The sky in its ultramarine hour frames that tremendous, impossible
moment when the stores close. The seamstresses turn to other seams.
book
Action Books
Feature Date
- May 8, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
jayy dodd
before my mouth deads this slick body.
Sing. wax on testify come, honey come, o
they’d be honeycombwax testimony song.
later, stories better tell could tongue my If.
journal
Bennington Review
Feature Date
- May 7, 2021
Series
Selected By
Geoffrey Nutter
On our visit we stayed at the octagon house—
and were sleepless in view of the eight-sided land.
Uncombed grass webbed the sides of the angled veranda.
And on one side of the eight-sided land
the incandescent lanterns of the doll shops flickered on.
book
Wave Books
Feature Date
- May 6, 2021
Series
Selected By
Moon Bo Young (translated from the Korean by Hedgie Choi)
God wears a massive down jacket. Humans are the countless duck feathers trapped inside, the poet writes. Sometimes a feather pokes out.
book
Black Ocean
Feature Date
- May 5, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Adalber Salas Hernández (translated from the Spanish by Robin Myers)
At least the tropical sun watches over the thirst
that rasps our throats, gifts the metallic
sweat that fades our names and presses at
our foreheads with the weight of a promise. Here
the word “sun” reminds me of nothing. It doesn’t
have a dazzling eye inside it, a sky
like a concave pupil.
journal
Circumference
Feature Date
- May 4, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Elizabeth Bishop
Moonlight as we enter
the New Brunswick woods,
hairy, scratchy, splintery;
moonlight and mist
caught in them like lamb’s wool
on bushes in a pasture.
The passengers lie back.
Snores. Some long sighs.
A dreamy divagation
begins in the night,
a gentle, auditory,
slow hallucination....
book
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Feature Date
- May 3, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
