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James Richardson
It’s not so common, in this practical century, for lovers to pine away, and as our climate warms, pines are retreating higher, but late as it is, anyone sleepless will hear the sound of the wind thinning through pines as pained.

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For me, Virgil’s Aeneid is partly about continuity and repetition, a setting out over and over again. Likewise, David Ferry’s deep intertextual approach to writing—especially in Bewilderment, which includes his translations of Virgil, Catullus, and others, alongside his original poems—is also about continuity and iteration.

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Heather Green
In the sculpture, Aeneas wore a helmet, held his son’s hand, and carried his thin father, weathered and wild-eyed, but alive. My father was bearded and wild-eyed before he died.

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Jose Hernandez Diaz
Sometimes I wish my Spanish were better, Like to the point where I could speak it without Having to think about it. I can get by, trust me, But it’s broken. Like that trendy restaurant downtown: Broken Spanish.

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Rose McLarney
How long I watched, how I loved to watch, and how I tried to make him a little home. But what is wanted wants to leg it elsewhere, no matter.

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Khadijah Queen
I wish I’d learned to take better care As if this world tried to love me A body I used up on hard ground, flowsy & sop-studded, misplacing words I keep to settle for pain

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Poetry Daily Editorial Board members Sandra Lim, Vivek Narayanan, Peter Streckfus, and Carmen Giménez Smith will read from their award-winning work on Monday, October 5, 2020 at 7 p.m. 

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Kęstutis Navakas (translated from the Lithuanian by Rimas Uzgiris)
don’t read this text who knows what it will open or close in you so read what until now for so many years you read that will preserve you

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Srikanth Reddy

With a wave of his hand, the card turns over once more, only now it is the Justice Card—a child's transitional object in need of mending, an oil well burning on the horizon, a scale model of the cooling universe.

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Emily Bludworth de Barrios
What was it like to live inside that economy that pressed you into a flattened portion of a person?     It wasn't so dramatic, we were okay My childhood is a museum display of the suburbs in the 1990s

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