Blog entries by Merry
The Apples
by Yves Bonnefoy
And what are we to think
Of these yellow apples?
Yesterday they startled us, waiting naked
After the leaves had...
For My Daughter
by Antonella Anedda
I love her fierceness when she fights me, shouting "Not fair!" Her eyes slitting
like shutters in...
After Mayakovsky
by Denis Johnson
It’s after one. You’re probably alone.
All night the moon rings like a telephone
in an empty booth above...
All Hallows
by Louise Gluck
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having...
Cows in Trouble
by Steve Martin
These were not the average "contented" cows. They were cows born for trouble. They were not cows who could...
Pretty
by Jane Anne Phillips
It was my birthday. I was half child, sensing by their feel the scenes I would remember. My mother tore lettuce...
Bunch Grass # 37
by Robert Sund
The ranchers are selling their wheat early this year, not holding it over for a better price in the spring...
Refuge Behind Refuge
for Peter Huchel
by Reiner Kunze
Here only the wind comes uninvited through the gateway
Here
only god calls
He has...
On 9 June 1904
by W. G. Sebald
according to the Julian
calendar, 22 June
according to our own,
Anton Pavolich and
Olga Leonardovna reach
the...
Lost in the Hospital
by Rafael Campo
It's not that I don't like the hospital.
Those small bouquets of flowers, pert and brave.
The smell of...
Asuncia
by Nin Andrews
Now that you are gone, I am so lonely, even the angels love my sorrow as if it were their own. Sometimes I imagine...
The Best Gang
by Roberto Bolano
If I had to hold up the most heavily guarded bank in Europe and I could choose my partners in crime, I'd...
The Black Heralds
by Cesar Vallejo
You get knocks in life, so vicious. . . . It beats me!
Blows as if from God's hate; as if under their...
Romanesque Arches
by Tomas Transtromer
Tourists have crowded into the half-dark of the enormous Romanesque church.
Vault opening behind...
from Red
by Rafael Alberti
1.
I am morning's first color
day's last.
2.
I wrestle with green in fruit; I win.
3.
With my...
Nine Senryu by Nine Japanese Women
Running down the giraffe's neck the orgasm
- Seino Chisato
Deeper deeper into the night OO atop...
Snowman
by Gu Cheng
I built a snowman
at your front door
to stand at my stead, waiting there
in all its stupidity.
Then you buried...
February
by Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with...