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Carlos Drummond de Andrade (translated from the Portuguese by Mark Strand)
The children looked at the sky: it was not forbidden. Mouth, nose, eyes were open. There was no danger.

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Alfred A. Knopf

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Karen Solie
My many regrets have become the great passion of my life. One may also grow fond of what there isn't much of.

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Farrar, Straus and Giroux

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Jennifer Atkinson
Soaked in tallow, the spikes burn down to an acrid smolder Over a feast of winnowed thistle, one black seed for each hag spirit.

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Parlor Press

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Felicia Zamora
My nerves expose, unwilling;

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Red Hen Press

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Susan M. Schultz

Irony prevention is what we need, with small co-pays. She teaches irony by showing her students a bus marked by a huge sign advertising safety, a bus that has just run into a car.

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Talisman House, Publishers

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Monica Sok
When she passes, you will be stowed away in the basement. You will remind us of her, you, loom, who have kept her company, nonjudgmental witness to her secrets.

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Copper Canyon Press

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Helena Boberg (translated from the Swedish by Johannes Göransson)
High summer rain                 and blue eyes, one of which          has darkened

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Black Ocean

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Walt Whitman
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.

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Penguin Random House LLC

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Maurice Riordan
I’ve this gut feeling that inside somewhere, perched, so to speak, in the innermost wood of my body or brain

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Poetry

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Sandra Lim
Make him come back, she said, her voice like something brought up intact from the cold center of a lake.

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Smartish Pace

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