SAPPHIC FRAGMENTEliza Griswold
I never longed for my virginity.
I heard it on the radio after the hurricane.
There, in the …
FILICUDIEliza Griswold
You have a beautiful mouth,
Luigi, the man-boy says.
The rubber raft
has …
OVID ON CLIMATE CHANGEEliza Griswold
Bastard, the other boys teased him,
till Phaethon unleashed the steeds
of Armageddon. …
RUINSEliza Griswold
A spring day oozes through Trastevere.
A nun in turquoise sneakers contemplates the …
MODERN CITYEliza Griswold A wedge of steel flung skyward
and beyond it the prairie flatlines.
Each unhappy family permits …
BEDBUGSEliza Griswold In the Bedouin’s foam mattress,
a bedbug mother tips back her baby’s chin
and pours my …
THE ADVANCETom Sleigh
1
Out the barred window sandbags
in a sagging wall surround the guard …
STRANDINGTom Sleigh
What came wafting
down the ditch
by the marsh grass …
BEIRUT TANKTom Sleigh Staring up into the tank’s belly lit
by a bare bulb hanging down off
the exhaust, a …
WALLTom Sleigh On this side of the wall, the well-lit room
lights gilt pages that luxuriate
in ornate …
ICHORDana Levin
The father died and then the mother …
REFUGE FIELDDana Levin
You have installed a voice that can soothe you: …
ABOVE THE NECKDana Levin Little winks from the tips of silvered tools –
you sat in stars.
Garaged …
PYRODana Levin
You’re gonna strike the match—
You’re gonna strike …
I GIVE YOU TEARS THAT SPROUTMonica Aasprong I give you tears that sprout
you shall use them
when someone forces themselves inside
then you …
YOU RECEIVE A LETTERMonica Aasprong du får et brev
som er så flatt
at det nesten
er tomt
så hvitt
og flatt
at …
YOU RECEIVE A LETTERMonica Aasprong you receive a letter
which is so flat
that it’s nearly
empty
so white
and flat
that …
THE CHILD:Monica Aasprong
barnet sier:
jeg ser en flokk bevege seg over himmelen det er fugler og pelsdyr som har bitt …
THE CHILD:Monica Aasprong
the child:
I see a flock move across the sky it is birds and furred animals which have bitten …
GAS TO THE LAMPMonica Aasprong gass til lampen, har du husket det,
spør barnet
og blod til pelsen
du ga meg en lampe …
GAS TO THE LAMPMonica Aasprong gas to the lamp, did you remember,
asks the child
and blood to the fur
you gave me a lamp of …
I SHALL EAT YOU ALIVEMonica Aasprong jeg skal spise deg levende
jeg skal gjøre det for deg
om du vil være min mor
om …
I SHALL EAT YOU ALIVEMonica Aasprong I shall eat you alive
I shall do that for you
if you will be my mother
if you’re …
THE GAZE IS FULL OF STAMPSMonica Aasprong the gaze is full of stamps
it shows where you have been
if there is a stamp you want to …
BRING THE WHOLE LANDSCAPE HERETorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen death is an always un-grown-up perch
a milli-brother a milli-sister
bobbed when the bobber
when …
RAIN AND SUNTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen gråt er kondensert sorg
vi gråter over tapte sønner
sønner gråter …
RAIN AND SUNTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen we are weeping over sons we lost
tears are griefs that are …
EXPERIENCE AND DISAPPEARINGTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen vi erfarer og forsvinner
vi er saker vunnet
vi er saker tapt
og saker anket opp i …
EXPERIENCE AND DISAPPEARINGTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen we experience and disappear
we are cases won
we are cases lost
and cases appealed up into the …
THANKS FOR THE PLATETorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen takk for alt du aldri får
og takk for det du får det på
takk for fatet
takk …
THANKS FOR THE PLATETorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen thanks for everything you never get
and thanks for what you get it on
thanks for the plate
thank …
COME MAN WITH TWO SHIRTSTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen kom mann med to skjorter
en hvit skjorte og en hvit skjorte
kom dans meg våt kom dans min …
COME MAN WITH TWO SHIRTSTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen come man with two shirts
a white shirt and a white shirt
come dance me wet come dance my …
ELEGYTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen Livet er en felle
I verste fall en massegrav, i beste fall en gravlund
Hver for seg og under hver …
ELEGYTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen Life’s a trap
At worst a mass grave, at best a graveyard
Each alone and each under his …
WATERLILYTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen nøkkerose nøkkerose
rose reist fra jordas indre
hva er det med verden
som du …
WATERLILYTorgeir Rebolledo Pedersen waterlily waterlily
lily risen from the earth’s interior
what is it with the world
that you …
THE SKY IS A GENERATORTone Hødnebø HIMMELEN er et kraftverk
som durer hele døgnet igjennom,
himmelen konstruerer et system
som …
THE SKY IS A GENERATORTone Hødnebø THE SKY is a generator
humming night and day
The sky builds a system
catching every little …
NOT THE WHISPERING BRANCHTone Hødnebø IKKE den susende greinen,
ikke den svale vinden,
ikke det syke hjertet
men en stemme som sier: …
NOT THE WHISPERING BRANCHTone Hødnebø NOT the whispering branch,
not the cool wind
not the weak heart
But a voice saying: go home, go …
IT IS AUTUMNTone Hødnebø DET er høst
og en plomme faller, epler,
frukten faller
og sjelens …
IT IS AUTUMNTone Hødnebø IT is autumn
a plum is falling, apples,
the fruit falls
and the soul's engineer
is measuring …
COLUMNS, STAIRS, A DOZENTone Hødnebø SØYLER, trapper, et dusin
lysende lamper
og duren fra kontormaskinene
et tungrodd …
COLUMNS, STAIRS, A DOZENTone Hødnebø COLUMNS, stairs, a dozen
luminous lamps
and the sound from the office machines
cumbersome …
WHO DOES NOT GROW OLDERTone Hødnebø HVEM blir ikke eldre,
bare klokere som Jakob,
du tegner en sky, og ser opp.
Hvem er et …
WHO DOES NOT GROW OLDERTone Hødnebø WHO does not grow older,
only wiser like Jacob,
you draw a cloud, and look up.
Who is a …
THE NEW SYSTEMTone Hødnebø DET NYE SYSTEMET
tar opp i seg brutaliteten fra det gamle.
Er det mulig å forandre …
THE NEW SYSTEMTone Hødnebø THE NEW SYSTEM
incorporates the brutality of the old
Is it truly possible to make a change?
What …
PEOPLE DON’T CHANGETone Hødnebø MENNESKENE forandrer seg ikke
men avsløres bestandig
og jeg lukker boken
så ordene …
PEOPLE DON’T CHANGETone Hødnebø PEOPLE don’t change
but constantly reveal themselves
and I close the book
then the words can …
THE WORDS ON THE PAPERTone Hødnebø ORDENE på papiret
kan byttes ut med alt; du, vi, oss
et menneskes liv er kort fortalt
og et …
THE WORDS ON THE PAPERTone Hødnebø THE WORDS on the paper
are exchangeable for anything: you, we, us
a person’s life is quickly …
BIG HEN OF NO RETURNRobert Perišić kad netko iznutra jaje razbije
zora je. polje kukuruza, u vjetru
svirala si citru. Ti
si mi sva …
BIG HEN OF NO RETURNRobert Perišić
dawn comes after the egg gets broken
from the inside. Cornfields, you played your zither
in the …
MESTIZORobert Perišić Gđico, pod Vašim prozorom sjedi gentleman Joao
crno mu srce, dalek prazan dom. izvin'te …
ROOMRobert Perišić a body
perhaps it lacks objectivity
on the terrace of the Excelsior Hotel he said I don’t …
UNFOCUSEDRobert Perišić nekako dolazimo na temu
školskih sastava
uvijek sam za osmi mart
pisao o tome kako moja …
UNFOCUSEDRobert Perišić we start to talk about
primary school essays
for the eighth of March
I always wrote about my …
CONDUCTORS HAVE GREAT MEMORYRobert Perišić conductors have great memory, he gave me
just one look and that was enough for him
I never switch …
MESTIZORobert Perišić Miss, under your window a gentleman Joao stands
black is his heart, his home distant and empty. …
OUTLAWSRobert Perišić nešto
Radi i ti!
ovo je mali lav, tek je prohodao
brojevi od 1 do 500, nestali su
dio žita …
OUTLAWSRobert Perišić You have to do
something!
this is a small lion, he is learning to walk
numbers from 1 to 500, all …
ROOMRobert Perišić tijelo
možda mu nedostaje objektivnosti
na terasi hotela Excelsior rekao je ne sjećam se
ne …
FROM MINIMAL: TATTERSShuntaro Tanikawa before daybreak
Poem
came to me
robed in
tattered
words
I have nothing
to offer …
FROM MINIMAL: I SITShuntaro Tanikawa One afternoon with the sky covered in thin clouds
I sit on a sofa
like a shelled clam
There are …
FROM MINIMAL: AND THENShuntaro Tanikawa When it is summer
again
cicadas cry
fireworks are
frozen
in my memory
a distant …
FROM MINIMAL: NIGHTShuntaro Tanikawa Night –
from somewhere comes
the sound of water boiling
a trace of
poison …
FROM MINIMAL: SONGShuntaro Tanikawa Someone
is singing
of me
in a tune of clouds
in a harmony of
trees
someday the …
FROM MINIMAL: GIGGLEShuntaro Tanikawa “I gave birth to a fish”
says the woman
“I freed it in the sea right …
FROM MINIMAL: THE BEDShuntaro Tanikawa The woman is asleep
another one is also perhaps
in pain, having reverted to being a small …
FROM MINIMAL: A DAYShuntaro Tanikawa Crows cry
ahh,
ahh
At the news of a death
in the morning
I feel relieved
A friend …
FROM MINIMAL: TASTEShuntaro Tanikawa There is
no authority
anywhere
only
exposed
genitals
erect
concave
at night
There …
FROM MINIMAL: DIRTShuntaro Tanikawa Memories are
deep
evening darkness
To an aging mind
even regret is
a subtle source of …
POET’S TOMBShuntaro Tanikawa In a certain place there lived a young man
Who lived by writing poetry
He wrote a poem of …
EPITAPH FOR “POET’S TOMB”Shuntaro Tanikawa
When I was born
I was nameless
like a water molecule
But right away I was fed vowels …