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Robert Hass
He was a solemn and delicate little boy.
His father was a physicist, and I could see
on the day that I watched him on the beach
in La Jolla, that the shell in his hand was no toy
to him. He had learned to look at things.
book
Ecco Press
Feature Date
- May 15, 2021
Series
Selected By
Ghinwa Jawhari
what a doll i was those years after the towers
fell. i went blonde as one goes insane, womaned
with a new name, an easy olio for the tongues
that tsk'd me. gone were the guttural
consonants, the hairs connecting my brows.
book
Radix Media
Feature Date
- May 14, 2021
Series
Selected By
Emilia Phillips
The way that the sea fails
to drown itself every day. And entendre alludes all those not listening.
book
University of Akron Press
Feature Date
- May 13, 2021
Series
Selected By
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
