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Teresa Dzieglewicz
O how we itch but how we glisten! Look, the medics run warm tea tree hands through our hair
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I felt hesitant as an outsider to the language (which I learned in college) and the tradition. I liked many of the existing translations, though none of them felt quite right to me. I thought that maybe the textual Mira could never touch the musical one anyway—pointless to try. And yet, this thought kept coming back to me: that the sharp, complex Mira I saw in the poems hadn’t been brought into English yet, at least not as much as I wished.
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- What Sparks Poetry
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Mirabai (translated from the Braj Bhasha
She’ll have your beak cut off, papiha, and pour salt in the wound.
My beloved’s mine, and I’m his: what have you got to say about it?
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Brooke Sahni
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When I'm crouched on my heels in front of the young dead buck, 1 can hear the landscaper in the distance tell my mother that he thinks I'm beautiful.
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José A. Alcántara
He has already beaten my mother,
my brother, and for the first time
has punched my son, who is now twenty
but in the dream is only six,
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Francis Dylan Waguespack
When the grid failed during The Storm, I re-arranged bowls
across the floor, my archipelago of last chances, drip-drops
from the spigot marking time, each ping an echo of my stut-
stuttering heartbeat.
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Lorna Crozier
Take the thickest socks.
Wherever you're going
you'll have to walk.
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Bleah Patterson
because she taught me butter, saute all of the butter
add all of the sugar
stir in all of the heavy cream
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- Poem
