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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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 29, 2020
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.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- September 28, 2020
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 28, 2020
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 27, 2020
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 26, 2020
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
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 25, 2020
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.
Result Type
- Messages to Readers
Feature Date
- September 24, 2020
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
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 24, 2020
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 23, 2020
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
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 22, 2020
