Poetry
Thomas McCarthy

Two Poems

CECIL HURWITZ, TADHG O’DRISCOLL Around 1943, Cecil, you dropped what you were doing Just to follow me here into the history section With my arms full to the brim with heavy Robert Fisks, Him that tries to make everything right, him that In old age thinks the world would be much better If people could […]

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Jan Wagner

Two Poems

of lake michigan Transl. Eva Bourke the whole night the storm raged around the white clapboard house held together by no more than the thin lamplight of its rooms. the autumnal crowns of the trees next morning like shattered church windows. the abandoned amusement park with the maritime snakes of its rollercoasters: in good summers […]

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Ian Pople

The Pied Fantail, The Magnolia

The Pied Fantail, The Magnolia Anyone who submits to his own impulses is bound for trouble  (inscription at Loha Prasat temple, Bangkok) Accustomed to live under corrugated zinc, in transparent houses, the afternoon is a gated community of silence and butterflies, finches in pairs, moving among the leaves, until the wind and rain return, moving […]

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Gerard Fanning

Four Poems

FALSE FRUIT I keep my eye on the love life of these solemn winter crowns and when light becomes various, return to the garden to root and mulch their tubers, like blousy beasts of kale and reed. Raking and turning the sulky pits, I nose them out like truffles, with their albino breath and stage […]

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Igor Klikovac

Three Poems

DOG-SITTING My friend’s little dog in my garden, for hours fixated on the top of the brick wall, not at all on the garden itself reminds me how, in a besieged city, less and less I noticed the streets and the people, until only the invisible fence remained. The dogs were, I remember, calmer than […]

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Theodore Worozbyt

Two Poems

Calliopes I was conscious of being handled. I must have died from love, as in the old ways. There was a certain amount of praying and lamenting. I didn’t mind, though I preferred The joking and the drinking. Sooner or later it would all be the same. The first touch was the gentlest. It was […]

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Rebecca Perry

Three Poems

Pepo Her imaginary friend died on the morning of her eighth birthday and what a lesson to learn as her living friends screech in the garden like mosquitoes, wearing down the grass with their flashing shoes, and the balloons stare back at her with furious eyes. Her cake was a castle she cut into pieces […]

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Peter Fallon

Four Poems

A Winter Hymn The snow melt falls like footsteps coming closer. You hesitate — you hear your old friend’s ‘Old too early, wise too late.’ You’ve learned his lesson. He left it that there’s not too much to forgive. You know the earth abounds with benefits and the chance to live on it’s a privilege. […]

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