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Jordi Sarsanedas (translated from the Catalan by Stanley Moss)
It neighs through small farms and hills.
September is the name of this horse.
See its eye
clear the sharp horizon,
ripen the mountains.
Its hair scatters sun-pollen
over red clay.
journal
PN Review
Feature Date
- January 27, 2022
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
The name of my father's village speaks
of the misery of pilgrims unwelcome
for their poverty, a thorn
-strewn hillside to keep them
at a distance from the house
of god for fear of their disfigurement.
journal
West Branch
Feature Date
- January 26, 2022
Series
Selected By
Gemma Gorga (translated from the Catalan by Sharon Dolin)
To get up early and check chat everything is in place:
that the windows have not aged too much overnight,
that yesterday's bread remains soft enough for the new day's
baby teeth, that the yellow smell of curry lingers
in the kitchen . . .
book
Saturnalia
Feature Date
- January 25, 2022
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Diane Seuss
The turkey’s strung up by one pronged foot,
the cord binding it just below the stiff trinity
of toes, each with its cold bent claw. My eyes
are in love with it as they are in love with all
dead things that cannot escape being looked at.
book
Graywolf Press
Feature Date
- January 24, 2022
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Nehassaiu deGannes
We want to spin
our towels about us,
but stand in the damp—
a tintinnabulation of ankle bracelets
shifting, delicately rocking from one hemisphere to the other . . .
book
Tupelo Press
Feature Date
- January 23, 2022
Series
- Editor's Choice
Selected By
- Phillip B. Williams
Seán Ó. Ríordáin (translated from the Irish by Greg Delanty)
One icy morning I went out.
A handkerchief hung from a bush.
I reached to put it in my pocket.
Frozen, it slid from my grip.
book
Bloodaxe Books
Feature Date
- January 22, 2022
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Roger Reeves
Who isn't dying to leave this house,
To go masked only in the shadow of one's animal-
Breathing, lonesome, unprotected, knowing
Nothing lives as foreignness or death,
That the black dog with the sword in his mouth
Passing from house to house will not bring its itch . . .
journal
The Sewanee Review
Feature Date
- January 21, 2022
Series
Selected By
Luisa Muradyan
I hold him close
and walk away from
other mothers singing
their own version of
don't be afraid
journal
The Threepenny Review
Feature Date
- January 20, 2022
Series
Selected By
Vénus Khoury-Ghata (translated from the French by Marilyn Hacker)
it should have been beautiful and it was merely sad
gardens departed this life more slowly than men
journal
Poetry London
Feature Date
- January 19, 2022
Series
- Translation
Selected By
David Kirby
I'm actually looking for another street when I turn into
the Via Tornabuoni, named for the Tornabuoni family
and specifically its patriarch, Giovanni, banker and patron
of the arts in Florence . . .
book
LSU Press
Feature Date
- January 18, 2022
