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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 fallen. Today they enchant us, Their shoulders Underlined so modestly With a hem of snow. At university Yves Bonnefoy (French, born 1923)...
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For My Daughter by Antonella Anedda I love her fierceness when she fights me, shouting "Not fair!" Her eyes slitting like shutters in cities by the sea. Her life is rich with bonfires -- seen and unseen -- fires that burn through the turning years bringing her to life again, and again...
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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 our separateness. Now is the hour one answers. I am home. Hello, my heart, my God, my President, my darling: I’m alarmed by the alarm clock’s...
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All Hallows by Louise Gluck Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields having been picked clean, the sheaves bound evenly and piled at the roadside among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises: This is the barrenness of harvest or...
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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 stand by and let people call them "bossy." They were cows who could not stand around all day lowing. They were cows who could be just as happy chewing...
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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 with her brown hands. My brothers, hurrying up to wash, ran through the kitchen smelling of sweat and crushed grass. Outside my father stood over the...
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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. Next year the government lifts restrictions on planting, and nobody is sure what will happen when wheat grows from "fencerow to fencerow." This morning...
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Refuge Behind Refuge for Peter Huchel by Reiner Kunze Here only the wind comes uninvited through the gateway Here only god calls He has countless lines laid from heaven to earth From the roof of the empty cow-house to the roof of the empty sheep-house the jet of rain shrills from...
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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 spa at Badenweiler. The tariff is sixteen maks for board and lodging at the Villa Friedericke but the spelt porridge and creamy cocoa bring no...
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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 antiseptic cleaners. The ill, so wistful in their rooms, so true. My friend, the one who's dying, took me out To where the patients go to smoke, IV's...
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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 them, reclining at beach resorts or walking the streets of their glass cities or descending in silver jets to survey the miseries of the earth they...
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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 take a gang of five poets, no question about it. Five real poets, Apollonian or Dionysian, but always real, ready to live and die like poets. No one...
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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 rain, the backwash of everything you've suffered stagnates in your soul. . . . It beats me! Not many; but you get them. . . . They open up dark...
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Romanesque Arches by Tomas Transtromer Tourists have crowded into the half-dark of the enormous Romanesque church. Vault opening behind vault and no perspective. A few candle flames flickered. An angel whose face I couldn't see embraced me and his whisper went all through my body...
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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 brothers, I submitted to the rigors -- Giotto -- of geometric rigor. 7. I congeal when my being solidifies in black. 12. Indistinct in...
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Nine Senryu by Nine Japanese Women Running down the giraffe's neck the orgasm - Seino Chisato Deeper deeper into the night OO atop the waves - Ito Masajo Savage love's what I want I say smokestacks - Tokizane Shinko Though hugging each other my back suddenly feels...
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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 your lollipop deep inside its snowy heart, saying that this little sweetness would perk it up. The snowman did not smile, did not make a sound...
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February by Margaret Atwood Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat, a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. Its his way of telling whether or not Im dead. If Im not, he wants to be...
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Infectious diseases physician and epidemiologist Jacques Pepin, in his The Origins of AIDS (Cambridge University Press, 2011), tells an illuminating and sobering story of the spread of HIV. This is a scholarly, detailed work written for a general audience.. Dr. Pepin, who has done research...
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Sayings from the Northern Ice by William Stafford It is people at the edge who say things at the edge: winter is toward knowing. Sled runners before they meet have long talk apart. There is a pup in every litter the wolves will have. A knife that falls points at an enemy. Rocks in...
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