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MA WILL BE LATE
Antjie Krog
that I come back to you
tired and without memory
that the kitchen door is open
...
MAC DONALD’S
Washington Cucurto
Thank you lil’ Mac at Pueyrredón Ave. and Juan Perón St.
for helping me
...
MAD IN THE MORNING
Gozo Yoshimasu
I shout the first line of my poem
I write the first line
A carving knife stands up
...
MADAME CURIE
Cecilie Løveid
I

Madame Curie’s
sarcophagus is not in Inferno
It is in a mausoleum in
...
MADAME OF LABIATED UNIVERSES
Rafael Patiño
Taste the obtuse fumes of the violin
Groans of hurried flight
Flaunt my wicked
...
MADE IN HONDURAS
antoine de kom
with the aid of vicks and vim we declared ourselves a panorama, we became arab a sea of light
...
MAENAD
Gabriel Rosenstock
In her womb she bears the constant sound of bees
That will be silenced only when a wave
...
MAGALLANES’ TOMBSTONE
Juan Cristóbal Romero
Five serious wounds befell me
and of them all, the smallest
was fatal.
Five darts
...
MAGAN'S INSOLENCE
Sitanshu Yashaschandra
1
It all started with stubborn Magan saying

...
MAGDALEN IN THE RIVER
Miguel Iriarte
In the Summer
After long days on the road
Looking for new waterways and herbs
To
...
MAGIC LEAF
Mazisi Kunene
How will I ever forget you, magic leaf
Tormented as I am by your taunts
The prodding
...
MAGNIFICAT
Fernando Pessoa
When will this inner night – the universe – end
And I – my soul – have my day?
When will
...
MAGNITUDE
Prathibha Nandakumar
You cannot catch me in a fist
lock me in a room
transport me in tiny vehicles
a six-yard
...
MAGNOLIA
Luiza Neto Jorge
Exaltation of the minimal
and the magnificent lightning
of the master event
restore to me
...
MAIEUTICS
Lauren Mendinueta
The world suggests.
I do not wait for the muse’s visit,
I go after her, I lead her by the
...
MAILBOX OF DEATH
Carlos Bedoya
Twilight tilts its salt
onto the glossy handrail
favorable to suicide
its asthma
...
MAILING A PAIR OF SHOES
Lo Fu
From a thousand miles away
I’m mailing you a pair of cotton shoes
A letter
With
...
MAKALAIPAO
Vito Apüshana (Miguel Ángel López)
In Makalaipao, Alasina, the old woman, speaks to us around the coffee pot, with words that come
...
MAKE SOME TEA
Abol Froushan
In order to settle my appetite
I’ll have the chocolate chip
In order to stomach the
...
MAKING MY PEACE WITH MEMORIES
Adília Lopes
In the mirror I see myself
pieced together with glue
more beautiful
than before
like
...
MALIGNA WRITES TO A POET OF THE SOUTH
Giovanny Gómez
I wait for you looking absent-mindedly
at the shabby form of my shadow
as if so many
...
MALUAYAN
Vito Apüshana (Miguel Ángel López)
On the way to Maluayan fear caught up with us . . .
we received it: it was all silence,
...
MAMA ANA PAULA ALSO WRITES POETRY
Hu Xudong
Mama Ana Paula also writes poetry.
Corn-husk tobacco in mouth, she throws a thick poetry
...
MAMA, MAMA! MY BACK SHALL I CALL YOU. MY LARGE, BROAD BACK SHALL I CALL YOU.
Gro Dahle
When I wake up, the room is waiting for me. The skirting boards, the thresholds and the parallel
...
MAMMOTH
Micha Hamel
10,000 beers ago I told my
wife: ‘I’m just off to stone
a mammoth.’
...
MAN IN THE WATER
Erik Lindner
An armless woman is standing by the lake
outside the saucer spaceship of a teahouse
you
...
MAN IS NOT A BIRD
Predrag Lucić
I spin this story in my head about Siljan the Stork
Who is both here and there
As I
...
MANDRAKE OR THE ROOT OF TIME
Luis Eduardo Rendón
In a dark living room
before a burning candle we look at each other in silence
...
MANHATTAN MOUTHSPACE TWO
Thomas Kling
1

dead land, an algorhythmic wind
and everything as if coated in breadcrumbs....
MANUEL JOSÉ
José Luis Díaz Granados
Manuel José, your aunts and friends called you.
I am also going to call you that
because
...
MANY WATERS
Lyor Shternberg
I prefer to live near a river.
The sound of water is soothing
and the rustle of willow
...
MAN'S FAVORITE SPORT
Pierre Alferi
No proof
That we’re advancing
Doubt
Insinuated itself...
MAP
Carlos de Oliveira
I

The poet
[the cartographer?]
gazes
at his
calligraphic islands
surrounded
...
MAPLE SYRUP PRIMER
Zang Di
That whole afternoon, the local maple syrup
wriggles its amber figure
and from all
...
MAPPING THE COURSE
Ruy Cinatti
Those who didn’t give me Love, didn’t give me anything.
I find myself standing still . . ....
MARBLES
Arjen Duinker
The marbles lie under the benches
Of polished stone and possible dream.
The oranges lie
...
MARC GREETS THINGS IN THE MORNING
Paul van Ostaijen
Hi boy with the bike on the vase on the bloom
...
MARCH 30
Yan Jun
1.

The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light
...
MARGARET & PAOLO
Zvonko Maković
now all those things you did not dare
to speak up about have tripped you up
and said:
...
MARIA
Miltos Sachtouris
Pensive Maria
removed her stockings

From her body came
voices of others...
MARIA
Irena Matijašević
maria, maria, you have the most beautiful name in the world
you are of spanish blood, hot,
...
MARILYN MONROE
Fatemeh Ghahremani
A long blouse
That screams of yellow 

A hat in halves
Like two
...
MARINA ARRIVES WITH THE RAIN
Veronica Jimenez
Taken in with you like a dream
I neither forget nor remember.
Sing the winter and I
...
MARINA OF THE ROCKS
Odysseus Elytis
You have a taste of tempest on your lips—But where did you wander
All day long in the hard
...
MARKED DATE ON THE CALENDAR
Borben Vladović
Although it is my table calendar  
I do not remember marking any date.
But I will
...
MARKET
Kerstin Hensel
Oh take a look
at the over-hyped, tarted-up
overseas fruit
whose waxed skins...
MARRIAGE
Kreek Daey Ouwens
Her head has become too small for her,
but she finds television fantastic!
The Pope is
...
MARRY OFF
Astrid Lampe
released from the noise disturbance of this second smallest airport
this foreign soil also
...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED
Anja Utler
...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED / WHILST:
Anja Utler
whilst:
is inverted he just – finally – plunges down and
bursts forth gurgling away
...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED 1 / SHADED – CLASPING
Anja Utler
marsyas, it is: strung up on the tree trunk
soon: skinned, the branch clawed – pelt – ...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED 2 / GROPING – REMEMBERED
Anja Utler


only: rustling of: shoots the daphne’s sprouting stalks, the: ...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED 3 / NEATLY: SEPARATED
Anja Utler
him: being observed his: glistening limbs
slippery with sweat – spasms – salt will seem ...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED 4 / RAMPANT – POURING OUT
Anja Utler
welted, bulges, fibres separated from the inside
hidden: that’s how they wanted to generate
...
MARSYAS, ENCIRCLED 5 / SWIRLING – DESOLATE
Anja Utler
trembles – the air filled with fleeing birds, rustling sounds –
to finger the serrate’s
...
MASK
Sapardi Djoko Damono
/1/

He loves crafting masks. He keeps skinning
his own face over and over again
...
MASQUERADE
Kanaka Ha. Ma.
I cannot laugh any more
My face is distorted when I do
I cannot bear the image glimpsed
...
MASS
Maria Barnas
We are the oarsmen with dew on our faces
who row into the morning without a sound.
We
...
MASTURBATION
Yona Wallach
You slept again with Mr. No Man
loved his empty glance
and hugged his absent body.

The
...
MATERIAL FOR A BIOGRAPHY
Jorge Bustamante García
Eucaliptuses willows ...
MATERNITY HOME
Maya Sarishvili

One’s fingers gravitate there endlessly,
Like rivers of milk.
A thousand times they
...
MATINEE IN YOUR TIDE
Rafael Patiño

...
MATINS
Andreas Embiricos
Frenzied but firm
The colt of day charges
Into the mouth of spring and the birds
...
MATSUOKA'S HOUSE
Yukio Tsuji
I was six,
a knapsack on my back.
Every time I set out for school
and passed
...
MAUDLIN METAPHORS ARE HANGING FROM THE BOUGH LIKE DEAD SWANS
Maria Barnas
There is a life that withdraws from the subject at
dinner and slowly grows inwardly
...
MAY
Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
You are not the time of birth
but of its opposite;

your rending winds, ...
MAY 24, 1980
Joseph Brodsky
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages,
carved my term and nickname on bunks and
...
MAY 8
Yan Jun
The gray-headed waterbird who grew up eating garbage
has a pair of long crooked legs
...
MAY THE KOTO’S RESONANCE SOAR
Tatsuji Miyoshi
artless are the notes
your childlike fingers strum
the koto music of Japan soars to the
...
MAYA
Kanaka Ha. Ma.
The body is a walking home with a mind
Within it live my
...
MAYBE HE'LL COME BACK
Claude Esteban
Maybe he’ll come back, he’ll
grasp me by the shoulder

just like yesterday, when I
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (1)
Michèle Métail
tracks, trips, rumble rimmed
in steel rails and grey, ties
continuous course of
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (10)
Michèle Métail
danger of wear and tear, leave stranger
thanks to sudden favor, irruption
looked out
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (2)
Michèle Métail
where from a train ready to depart
arrives laminar crossing stretched
over the
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (3)
Michèle Métail
on the map, town’s flattening
you are here, in the empty circle
encircled, red and
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (4)
Michèle Métail
from map where this place disappears
first vertically with dimensions
by pieces bringing
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (5)
Michèle Métail
according to the line of a parcelling
axe around which to the east the west
only there,
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (6)
Michèle Métail
here, you are here, votive site
temporary in desemboweled town
undesirable in the closed
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (7)
Michèle Métail
at the pedestal of lustre, bronze
and pediments, headline
the commemoration page,
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (8)
Michèle Métail
we would like to escape, to detach
to look backlit, anonymous
behind their anatomic
...
MAZE – YOU ARE HERE (9)
Michèle Métail
as soon as surviving the open sky
of day, night opposing light
though precarious, the
...
MCFARLAND CALIFORNIA
Amarjit Chandan
Pash lives here in the orchards
plums apples grapes
oranges
...
MCLUHAN'S DREAMS
Hassan El Ouazzani
I’m just shorter than Niagara Falls
So I can’t quite touch the sun

If it weren’t
...
MCMLXIV
Jotamario Arbeláez
In 1964 there was a man called Jotamario who used to wear a...
MCSORLEY’S OLD HOUSE: 1856
Vasyl Makhno
this local landscape – like a hawk –
...
ME AND YOU
Han Dong

me and you: we met, fell in love, lived together 
me and you: we lived apart, for a
...
MEAN WORK PERFORMED LIKE A DIVA
Marion Poschmann
look at this attached place. what do you make of it?

negation of landscape....
MEANDERINGS OF REAL HISTORY
Damir Šodan
I slowed the ball down!
What else was I supposed to do?
(Just to feel that at least
...
MEASURE
Ya Shi
Noon      sitting beneath the treetops where the great pines
open wide their
...
MECHANISM
Hrvoje Pejakovic
    From my world, where you used to be a miracle …
...
MEDEA
Margarida Vale de Gato
They say she killed her own brother,
descends from the Sun and barbarian soil,
and gave
...
MEDICAL MIRACLE
Vrouwkje Tuinman
I don’t know exactly what my father
died of in the end, but he had every
disease
...
MEDITATION
Lucas Malan
Pigeons have come to nest again. Untidily,
as they usually do. Peacefully here
on the
...
MEDITATION ON RUINS
Nuno Júdice
He disembarked in a living room without chairs or gilt mouldings:
just rotting beams, vases
...
MEETING
Gerrit Komrij
Above the plinth’s a phosphorescent glow.
A silent square. Some distant breaking glass. ...
MEETING AT AN AIRPORT
Taha Muhammad Ali
You asked me once,
on our way back
from the midmorning
trip to the spring:...
MEETINGS
Rodaan Al Galidi
Where is the Dutchman going?
To a meeting.
Where is he coming from?
From a
...
MELANCHOLIA, SMART DUST
Ulrike Draesner
tiny magic-machine sprayed
ever smaller in components
almost invisible with the
...
MELANCHOLY
Richard Minne
A fool or a genius I wanted to be
Now I’m something in between.
Hence the eternal
...
MELANCHOLY
William Cliff
when I was a child all alone in the country
and the gaping sky fell on my head
and the
...
MELANCHOLY
Norbert Hummelt
pollen of certain trees, let it be oak, or are they flakes
of snow from the poplars, at one
...
MELANCHOLY (THE CRISIS)
Uwe Kolbe
Machines for measuring things have all gone bad.
The emotions go out to find a better one.
...
MELANCHOLY OF JASON KLEANDER, POET IN KOMMAGINI, A.D. 595
Constantine Cavafy
The aging of my body and my beauty
is a wound from a merciless knife.
I’m not resigned to
...
MEMO
Michel Deguy
What should be
Does not go without saying

What cannot be said . . .  
Should
...
MEMO
Remco Campert
Write it down quickly
before I forget
in the car with D. and N.
cutting across
...
MEMOIRS
Paul Snoek
How could it be?
Originally I had hoped
to go through the house unnoticed, ...
MEMORIAL DAY 2007
Batsheva Dori-Carlier
I stand on the porch
with my son in my arms.
It’s 11 o’clock
and the
...
MEMORY
Hiroshi Kawasaki
Doesn't your flesh remember
That we worshipped fire
That we danced wearing bones...
MEMORY
Tian Yuan
Human memory is like water
murmuring in a culvert.
It goes on flowing until death ...
MEMORY
Alberto Vélez
Back then, young girls were the world.
Breasts had names. As did mouths.
Sometimes the
...
MEMORY OF ANDRITSENA
C.O. Jellema
Especially that night-time barking from the valley
stayed with you, the night was warm
...
MEMORY OF ONE TREE
Maruja Vieira
One day in the future
I’ll remember this tree
I’ll see that its branches
reach my
...
MEN
Masayo Koike
The Kaneko Gym on the Odakyû Railway Line is
A small
Boxing gym
At night
From
...
MEN
Maria Barnas
I think of the man I loved
Do I love him?
How many fears does that make?

Our
...
MENTAL ILLNESS: BEFORE AND AFTER
Malathi Maithri
Stray cattle on the streets
Chewing on used tampons
Empty cans of Coke
At the
...
MESSAGE
Peter Semolič
One day in the future
the Earth will be peopled only by peasants.
They will drive around in
...
MESSAGE FROM THE ISLE OF CHAOS
Rutger Kopland
How long we have been here now, friends,
it was once meant to be a holiday
but what
...
MESTIZA
Myriam Montoya
There is in my blood an ancestral conflict
Reproduced in my children’s eyebrow arc
In
...
MESTIZO
Robert Perišić
Miss, under your window a gentleman Joao stands
black is his heart, his home distant and
...
METALLIC WING
Efrat Mishori
“What is it that you mean, mother,
Eye lit in a moist tunnel of dark –
What is it that
...
METAL'S PERFIDIOUS SONG
Krešimir Bagić
Man snaps like a reed in the
scrape of a rusty swing.
While the tube closes into its
...
METAMORPHOSES
Liat Kaplan
A.
Out of Ovid’s book I seek a lover’s rendezvous after my wild childhood
She turns her back
...
METAMORPHOSIS
Sapardi Djoko Damono
a stranger is taking off your clothes layer by layer, ...
METAMORPHOSIS
Srijato
The problem is that Madan has not been speaking since
This morning. Absolutely silent.
...
METAMORPHOSIS OF BODY
Savithri Rajeevan
I was born
with a body
but immediately upon being born
it slipped out of my
...
METEMPSYCHOSIS
Juan Cristóbal Romero
Already I’m thirty-eight and in the race
against time, I’ve left far behind the
...
METEOR
Mária Ferenčuhová
We prepared a terrible death for you.
We left you to brawl with wild beasts.
We thought
...
METRICS AND ETHICS
Jürgen Rooste
part 1

a philosophical question
as eventide falls
lukewarm whisky sloshing...
MICHEL FOUCAULT, FIRST TRIMESTER
Andrej Sen-Senkov
the embryo is growing
obediently repeating all the stages of evolution

now it
...
MICROFILM
David Avidan
Everything’s miniature, like microfilm.
And at the hour of need – enlarged.
It could
...
MICROPHONE IN THE WALL
Edvard Kocbek
We are finally alone
you and I,
but (don't even think
of taking it easy or
...
MICROSCOPE
Maya Sarishvili

Nobody has got so scared as I, for some reason,
Nobody can have caught sight of
...
MIDDAY
Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão
The house’s inside and outside
are easier to distinguish today
than when a single wave
of
...
MIDDAY
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Midday. A corner of the deserted beach.
The huge, deep, open sun on high
Has chased all the
...
MIDNIGHT MOON
Jiban Narah
The midnight moon climbs down
to pause on the bamboo span

Smearing itself with the
...
MIDNIGHT’S BREAD
Zhang Zao
October went by; no, I didn’t go mad
the fog at the window rolls like a baby
but there’s
...
MIDNIGHT’S JUDGEMENT
Zhai Yongming
we need our worries     to see ghosts
in order to see repeatedly the white
...
MIDWINTER
Tomas Tranströmer
A blue sheen
radiates from my clothes.
Midwinter.
Jangling tambourines of ice....
MIGRANT WORKER FAR FROM HOME
Guo Jinniu
Working in other provinces means you have to swap your hometown tongue
for Hubei Mandarin....
MIGRATING BIRDS
Hubert van Herreweghen
The summer that has cheated us;
the gloomy lesson autumn brings.
Beneath the slow, high
...
MILK
Dane Zajc
light pours through the cracks
objects bend in the morning breeze
cold stream of night
...
MIMESIS
Giampiero Neri
From the shapes and lines
one notes on butterfly wings

and in diverse other
...
MIMOSA
Durs Grünbein
Sometimes at night it comes back, that one day in Rome,
When the snowstorm in the centre of
...
MINDFUL OF THE LICENTIOUS RAKE
J. Bernlef
I

The little lads of great evil
stoke the stove with old ideals
...
MINESTRONE
Marko Pogačar

Put your arms around me and I’ll let you imagine me naked.
from this day on I’m a...
MINIBUS 9
Liu Waitong
Minibus 9 stops at Thousand Willows Development
and Workers Alpha, Beta, and Gamma get on....
MINIMAL
Roland Jooris
Bird bounces.
Branch creaks.
Sky clouds over.

Almost nothing
to look
...
MINISTERS IN CHARGE OF INDIVIDUALS
Benjamin Shvili
we have no parents no children no flesh-and-blood
loves we have no homes we have god
we
...
MINUS ANOTHER YEAR
Jun Er
last September
I stood in avenues of autumn
watching the swirling dead leaves
the surging
...
MIRACLE OF SLEEP
Jan Lauwereyns
After a few moments he perceives
his mouth is wide open.

The son of the natural
...
MIRACLES
T. Carmi
I go into the dark kitchen
and press the switch.
Lights!

I sit on the sofa...
MIRAGE
Eva Cox
A pool of earth billows and steams in the summer sun.

Tombstones, flat slow barges,
...
MIRROR
Barbara Korun
A man leans over me
as over water.
He wishes to see his face
in my water mirror...
MIRROR
Jiban Narah
You’re reading your face
in your palms

In the mirror of your palms
falls the
...
MIRROR DOESN’T KNOW. OCEAN KNOWS
Jan Erik Vold
Temple
bells
ringing. Buddha smiles. Jesus
bleeds. Buddha

talks...
MIRRORS
Raúl Henao
Mirrors deceive so they may gaze upon themselves again
in our eyes


Actually,
...
MIRRORS
Chimako Tada
The mirror is always slightly taller than I
It laughs a moment after I laugh
Turning red
...
MISS ZIARI
Ali Abdolrezaei
My eyes didn’t wander
I just wandered in her eyes
those burning embers
I
...
MISTAKES
Dan Pagis
You think I’ve finally arrived, but these
are only the first heavy footsteps of rain. ...
MISTRESS OF CHANCE
Jan Lauwereyns
New words spring up you know
said the mistress
in the cracks between the old
...
MISTY LETTERS
Martin Reints
The barking of dogs
echoes between the wooden houses
in the highlands

letters
...
MMM [WALDO ROJAS]
Yanko González
i like when children cry. because they’re taken
...
MO MHÍLE STÓR
Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill
I was under your spell from the start:
I was young, I was soft,
and you well knew you
...
MOBILE
Anamika
No confines for me, no confines
a closed fist is my boundary wall

I can go wherever
...
MODEL
Giampiero Neri
One had thought to tame the tiger with
...
MOHAMMED BOUAZIZI
Shachar Mario Mordechai
 
I am Mohammed Bouazizi
and even though I died
and lived in Tunisia where I
...
MOI BONNARD
Bernard Dewulf
This is my wife. She is my thousand-and-one.
Broader men have similar by the thousands, ...
MOM'S LAST VISIT, JULY 2002
Dorit Weisman
1.
Mother mother now that you’ve unpacked your suitcase
You must be sitting on the
...
MONEY
Shota Iatashvili
My money is beautiful.
Like having a flower, a tree, the sky,
‘Gioconda’,
These are
...
MONOLOGUE
Zhai Yongming
I, a rhapsodist, am full of the charm of the abyss
given fortuitous birth to by you. earth and
...
MONOLOGUE FROM A CANINE PRETEXT
Viktor Neborak
Fido’s* hung himself — suicide-dog!
Fido’s soul’ll be hounded from heaven.
They’ll tell
...
MONSTROUS LANDSCAPE
Mitsuharu Kaneko
Handgun, knife, axe,  
weapons of any kind are lying there, anywhere.
You can take
...
MONT SAINT-MICHEL
Albert Bontridder
It stands atop
the heavy rock
and higher still
the unlikely sign:
the
...
MONTAGE
K. Schippers
a mouse in motion
as if it isn’t welcome
in certain places
 ...
MONTPELLIER
Elly de Waard
The shimmering city;
down in the shade of trees
rustling the sycamore leaves

...
MONUMENT OF AIR
Răzvan Ţupa
Out of all the things they do not tell and maybe / even those which never happen are structures
...
MOOD
Yang Li
today I want to say a few words about my mood it’s no good and this is no longer a secret for the
...
MOON
Vasant Abaji Dahake
Like a wild bull the moon
charges headlong
through green unearthly thickets. ...
MOON
Nathan Alterman

An old sight too has its moment of birth.
A birdless sky
Strange and set apart....
MOON
Philippe Beck
In the country of Constant Night
sky is a black sheet
and world a bed.
Or bed is a
...
MOONLIGHT AT MIDNIGHT
Sapardi Djoko Damono
I awake on the chair as moonlight falls on my face through a glass roof-tile
did the rain stop
...
MOONLIGHT SONATA
Yiannis Ritsos
A spring evening. A large room in an old house. A woman of a certain age, dressed in
black,
...
MOONLIGHT—IN MOURNING OF SOMEONE
Shang Qin
An eyewitness recounts: “At the beginning I was simply stunned by
what he was doing, when I saw
...
MOONLIT NIGHT - 5
Thi Mar Win
Bar this song
Bar this light
The way the red leaf exudes fragrance,
The way the
...
MOONLIT NIGHT - 9
Thi Mar Win
The moonlight snatched and ran away with
The little jasmine in front of my house;
The
...
MOONRISE
Savithri Rajeevan
“Dear God!
keep my grandchildren and children safe,”
prayed the grandmother
...
MOONSTONE FIRE
Chimako Tada
The moonstone woman combs her hair
Blind even before birth
She lives only within her own
...
MORATORIUM
Anne Vegter
When we returned home after John’s funeral
there was no one who asked: did John
...
MORE AND MORE PEOPLE WANTING TO GET INVOLVED
Hsia Yü (Xia Yu)
Variation One

A person picks up house and moves and the space they leave behind...
MORE ATTENTION THAN YOU EVER KNEW
Maarten Inghels
The Mekong river was a seam between
your former town and another no-man’s-land,
but
...
MORGUE
Elisa Biagini
Dead man in the fire
his stretched skin
a burnt out pink
like dead paper,
only the
...
MORNING
Hiroshi Kawasaki
A girl is running towards me
In the morning
Light
Her supple hair
Melts into
...
MORNING
Mark Boog
The chill, called morning, lies calmly on the burnt land.
A distant, grey murmur can be
...
MORNING
Gastão Cruz
That’s how the morning is, a name
for the world, opening one’s eyes like
someone who is
...
MORNING
Duo Duo
It’s morning or any time, it’s morning.
You dream of waking up, you're afraid
...
MORNING AND EVENING
Miltos Sachtouris
In the morning
you see death
looking through the window
at the garden
the cruel
...
MORNING AND EVENING SONG
Nachoem M. Wijnberg
It is silent above my head,
below my feet,
the dark’s not cold, the light’s not warm;
...
MORNING BIRDS
Tomas Tranströmer
I waken the car
whose windscreen is coated with pollen.
I put on my sunglasses....
MORNING DISCUSSION
Inuo Taguchi
I had a strange dream.
An airplane –
it doesn’t fall straight down...
MORNING OF THE SOUTHERN BOUBOU
Marlene van Niekerk
Holy fuck! slipped from the knuckles
of this side’s foodfiddler and domesticator,...
MORNING PRAYER
Admiel Kosman

Don’t take it out of the world.
Leave it in the world for me.
Leave her
...
MORTON FELDMAN (12 JANUARY 1926-3 SEPTEMBER 1987)
Rune Christiansen
Why patterns? A distinct and compliant echo? Or is it rather a matter of a patiently extended
...
MOSCOW
Yoko Tawada
Don’t give a bouquet to the woman.
Repairing the subway escalator, her fingertips clear
...
MOSQUITO NETS OF NEPTUNE
Charl-Pierre Naudé
A breeze flows across the seaside town
and a crush in the northwest
herds the grazing
...
MOST OF THE TIME, I TOO
Meir Wieseltier
stood facing the world
with my hands up.

I was thirsty, I was hungry,
it was cold or
...
MOTHER
Zhai Yongming
there are too many places one is powerless to reach, the feet ache, mother, you never
taught me
...
MOTHER
Gerrit Komrij
My mother at times came alive
Was granted the gift of the gab –
She gabbled on fixed
...
MOTHER
Maria van Daalen
Your heart was not affected.
Your love for me had saved it for a lucid death.
You were
...
MOTHER
Nano Shabtai
Come let’s wash in the inner shower
halos of olive oil hovering about
our blonde heads
...
MOTHER
Peter Theunynck
Far from the Indians in the camp,
from people smelling of oil,
the pencil behind the
...
MOTHER AND SON
Rutger Kopland
There is a pond somewhere, Ovid writes,
that once was a mother
“she melted away in
...
MOTHER GOING FROM ONE ROOM TO THE OTHER
Andriana Škunca
        In the cube of dimness she always carves the same path with
...
MOTHER LEADS US ON BOARD (FROM 'WILD GRASS UPON A RIVERBANK')
Hiromi Itō
Mother leads us along
And we get on board
We get on, get off, then on again
We
...
MOTHER LEADS US TO THE WASTELAND WHERE WE SETTLE DOWN (FROM WILD GRASS UPON A RIVERBANK)
Hiromi Itō
Mother leads us along and we get on board
We get on and off again
Boarding cars and buses
...
MOTHER ME OUT!
Ali Abdolrezaei
The alley ended in the night
You were going too fast
And the child his words couldn’t
...
MOTHER TONGUE
Mustafa Stitou
Cr-ksh
   Cr-ksh
Cr-ksh cr-ksh
Cr-ksh
(Ewes, ewes, are you
...
MOTHER’S HANDWRITING
Yang Lian
her hand gently strokes     after death it still strokes
each white
...
MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOU? YOU KNEW . . .
Hubert van Herreweghen
Mother, where are you? You knew
the answer to all the things
that I ever asked of you,
...
MOTHERLAND
Rin Ishigaki
This summer I went to Kamikochi,

The towering mountains were huge
I was small
The
...
MOTHERS
Maria Barnas
She holds the tray like the rim of a languishing
world and slowly steps into the light...
MOTHERSCAPE
Rin Ishigaki
Mothers need not be as beautiful as flowers.

Flowers blossom so magnificently...
MOTORMAN
Nyk de Vries
He rode around on his motorbike and I never knew what was going on in his head. One day I followed
...
MOUND LIGHT
Pieter Boskma
When I awoke then in my own childhood,
the sparrows in their dozens chirped on the estate,...
MOUNTAIN
Edvard Kocbek
Whenever I look at you, you are magnificent
and when I gaze at your peak from nearby
my lips
...
MOUNTAIN HIGH
Tal Nitzán
Ran out of cooking gas or something
who remembers why
I went up to the roof
one day
...
MOUNTAINS' ECSTASY
Lü De'an
this endless range of mountains holds all of our music:
a resplendent and motionless tree
a
...
MOUNTAINS/3
José Manuel Arango
1

With a glass in my hand, looking at the mountains,
I caress the back of my dog.
...
MOURNING
Cristóbal Joannon
Where it says house it should say ruins,
where it says milk, it should say clay....
MOUSE
Yu Jian
you, little uninvited pest
made your stronghold in my room
sneaking in, creeping
...
MOVING
Luis Chaves
1.

Picture this:
two weeks of rain
washed away all the flower
...
MOVING
Duo Duo
Winter afternoon, mice skate around
I pretend to move out
I hammer here and there,
...
MOVING CITY
Nirupama Dutt
Nothing changes really
on changing a city
neither the empty noise of the day
nor the
...
MOVING HOUSE
Benno Barnard
The boxes for chips and bananas
are packed with the bric-à-brac
of human memory: ...
MOVING LANDSCAPES
Luis Vidales
Mr Wilde has said that sunsets are out of fashion. This defect could undoubtedly be covered
up
...
MOVING ON
Rin Ishigaki
For me to be struck with wonder at
Trees that
Keep on standing
For years
Hundreds of
...
MOVING ON
Ruth Lasters
If moving on seems impossible, then choose one single
moving on, one splendidly
...
MOVING THE JAR
Jun Er
today I moved a big jar
the kind they use for pickling vegetables
into my study from the
...
MOWED POEM
Gerhard Falkner
who am I or ask, since he left, there remained
       no
...
MOZART’S VIEW
Anna Enquist
In Vienna we followed the feverish musician
around for three days.
These are the steps
...
MR. NOBODY AS THE LAST MOUNTAINEER
Emmanuel Moses
In the Destiny Motel, Mr. Nobody carefully reworks the last act
of a play begun six decades
...
MR. NOBODY’S ALLERGIES
Emmanuel Moses
Mr. Nobody, no longer young, develops an allergy to tuna;
he discovers this by accident...
MUCOUS MEMBRANES SKIN
Ruxandra Cesereanu
women detours basements
progeny objects men
broken ropes orange fires
impulses
...
MULBERRIES
Jan Wagner
so dusky and sweet was their juice that over
the stream the bats arced skyward, curvature...
MUMBLINGS
Remco Campert
1.
Rain is falling on the dykes:
a great day for the nation

2.
A
...
MUMMY
Zheng Min
Tightly wrapped
with silk
the pale young body
a lotus flower
is buried five
...
MUSE
Cristóbal Joannon
Run your pointless schemes by me again.
This is work for incorrigible posers,
chancers
...
MUSEOLOGICAL
Roland Jooris
There is no place
for the restless. Art
will not come home again,
its
...
MUSEUM DAY IN SOFIA
Uwe Kolbe
The holiest parts of the poet float
in two jars in a dusty case,
fish-white in
...
MUSHROOM SERIES
Zang Di
Pessimists rarely fall in love with mushrooms,
or like you, stay truthful to the physical
...
MUSHROOMS
P.P. Ramachandran
Ant lions
Turning ears to the dead ones
Relayed the news of the day:
The number of
...
MUSIC
Antonella Anedda
The things I name in poetry are not noble:
they lie under the palate, watchful, aware only of
...
MUSIC FOR THE CROSSING
Stefan Hertmans
1...
MUSICAL NOTES IN JUNE
Inuo Taguchi
Notes fall from the staff
roll off the score
escape through the window, dancing in the
...
MUSTARD FLOWERS
Ajmer Rode
If you see an old man sitting alone
at the bus stop and wonder who he is
I can tell
...
MY ANCESTRAL HOUSE-1
Salma
Entirely bereft
Of its identity,
My ancestral house,
Where I used to live, ...
MY APOLOGIES, SONA
Gulzar
My apologies, Sona.
Journeying through the terrain of my verse
in these rains,...
MY BIRTH YEAR, SIXTY-THREE, THAT
Lutz Seiler
infinite series of children, attached
to the hallways’ echo vault, creeping
with
...
MY BODY, A CITY
K. Satchidanandan
My body, a city,
my eyes, its cantonments.
In them the eternal vigilance
of
...
MY BOOKS
Iku Takenaka
Ah, at the thought of my books
I feel like I’m being strangled.
The books I had
...
MY BURNING CHEST
Vasant Abaji Dahake
On my burning chest I suffer the monsoon’s first showers,
across the film of blood on my eyes
...
MY CHEMISTRY PUPILS
William Agudelo
The one with the beautiful straight and hemp-yellow mane of hair
(“The Thrush of Llanadas”)
...
MY CHILDHOOD
Armando Romero
I too was present when my childhood disappeared. With a fat cluster of prayers the hissing whip cut
...
MY CITIZENRY
Dion Nkomo
What kind of a person am I really
When I do not know my citizenry
When I do not know my
...
MY DAUGHTER
Claude Esteban
My daughter, my sweet
we would be so well

among the shucked shells
seeing
...
MY DAUGHTER, IN THE BACK OF THE CAR
Lyor Shternberg
My left hand embraces the car seat
where she’s buckled like a pink-suited astronaut,
...
MY DEAD
Rachel
         “Only the dead don’t die”

Only they are
...
MY DEAR CERAMIC ARTIST
Wakako Kaku
Thank you, my dear,
for offering the 49th day memorial service for me today.
At last I
...
MY DEAR SILENT ONE, MY INDIGO MIST
Kiyoko Nagase
My dear, you’ve gone into the earth
you are silent now all day long
motionless in a
...
MY FAMILY
G.O.D. Obori
Fathers are in bondage. Market women are locked in cages. Students are maimed at their educational
...
MY FAMILY ON MY FATHER’S SIDE
Julia Wiener
 1.
 
In the Jewish town of Khshanov
there isn’t a single
...
MY FATHER
Julián Malatesta
I had occupied my place in this century for just a few days
When I met him.
He said he was
...
MY FATHER
Tuvia Ruebner
Every day he changed his suit
his shirt, underwear, socks, shoes, everything.
About us he
...
MY FATHER
Dumitru Crudu
The last time I saw him he was lying with his face to the wall and the tears were streaming down
...
MY FATHER AND GOD
Yudit Shahar
My father and God
would line us up on Friday night
for the series of prayers
and woe
...
MY FATHER SAYS THAT IT IS SENSIBLE TO GET INTO SOMETHING IN WHICH MEDIOCRITY IS NOT TOO BAD, LIKE THE FIELD IN WHICH I AM A PROFESSOR
Nachoem M. Wijnberg
He decides to obey the law, as someone who doesn’t know the law, but expects his children to know
...
MY FEROCIOUS CONTINUITY
Rafael Patiño
When the void of my fugue is void
I will live for three successive centuries
Grazing on as
...
MY FRIEND
Toon Tellegen
My friend,
he's standing on the edge of a precipice,
but he doesn't
...
MY FRIENDS
Gustavo Adolfo Garcés
I had a happy

sleepless night
thinking about my friends

incredible so
...
MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOAK
Mourid Barghouti
With a gentle hand, the storm grasps
the handle of the door of the world;
like a hesitant
...
MY GRANDMA’S BARDO THÖDOL
Dorta Jagić
up-turned insects claim
that in all Dalmatia
only the melancholic blacksmith died,
...
MY HOME
Lêdo Ivo
The Portuguese language is not my home.
No language is a home.
My home is the soft and
...
MY INVENTED LAND
Robin Ngangom
My native soil was created from tiny sparks
that clung to grandmother’s earthen pot ...
MY LANGUAGE
Titos Patríkios
It wasn’t easy to preserve my language
amid languages that tried to devour it
but I went on
...
MY LIFE
Simona Popescu
My life?
What can I tell it about me?

At 16. I came into the world to understand
...
MY MOTHER’S BERET
Dumitru Crudu
Back when she was still alive one day my mother Lost her Beret, which she was very attached to.
...
MY MOTHER, 56 YEARS LATER
Dorit Weisman
The years fall off her,
as in another poem, tougher,
and there, on the tree-lined
...
MY MOTHER'S EYES
Jūkichi Yagi
In the evening
when I open my eyes
I think of my mother in my hometown far away, ...
MY MOTHER'S SARI
Vaidehi
There, in the wooden box
my mother’s sari, enveloped in white muslin,
with mothballs....
MY MUSE
José Miguel Silva
She’s chaste compared to me
and drinks only mineral water.
Furtive, cheeky and fickle,
...
MY NAME IS APFEL
Shulamit Apfel
My name is Apfel like the head of the neo-Nazis in Saxony
I’ve been criticized in
...
MY OLD LADY SAID
Hiroshi Kawasaki
This morning
my old lady in her bed
said,
too clearly for delirium,
“Crazy!”...
MY PAL
William Agudelo
Tomás Argüello Sandoval, the president’s cousin
looks like an ancient Greek:
tall as
...
MY PARENTS AND I
Srijato
A
 
I never got to visit Puri with my father and mother
Nor Shimla or
...
MY PRAYER
Julio Carrasco
Enlil, Krishna, Hydrogen atom
or whatever you’re called
I beg you from the third
...
MY RIVAL WAS 'DEATH'
Kiyoko Nagase
Your visage is now in ripples
my water surface does not calm down
My mind was at peace
...
MY SEX-LIFE IS WREAKING HAVOC . . .
Yang Li
my sex life is wreaking havoc with my everyday life it does so in the following manner: it directly
...
MY SISTER'S BIBLE
S. Joseph
This is what my sister’s Bible has:
a ration-book come loose,
a loan application form,...
MY SONG
Patrizia Gattaceca
You are every moment of the day
The land and the shore
A celestial reflection
Of
...
MY THIGHS ARE COLD
Nuala Ní Chonchúir
My thighs are cold.

As is the pucked sag of my belly,
a cool appendage hanging
...
MY TRAVELS
Xhevahir Spahiu
I will saddle a cloud
to ride above my mountains,
if they want rain, I will drench
...
MY WAY OF SAYING FAREWELL
Ruy Belo
There’s ocean there’s woman
and both of them reach me in amiable bays
opening up for example
...
MY WORDS ARE DRIVEN
Solomon Ibn Gabirol
My words are driven by worry,
  my joy in sighing’s put out –
when I see others
...
MYSELF
Chimako Tada
I am planted in the earth
Happily, like a cabbage
Carefully peel away the layers of
...
MYSTERIOUS SHIP
Bongekile Joyce Mbanjwa
You have done your best, mysterious ship
You have rescued slaves
Slaves who never got a
...
MYSTERIOUS SKY
Wadih Sa’adeh
They found him.
His outstretched hand was blue and flat
like space beneath a
...
MYTHOS
Paul van Ostaijen
A tall hand protrudes in the night
and it protrudes before the night
for the night is alone
...
 
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