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O CHICAGO! O DIALECTIC!
Volker Braun
Now, Brecht, did you let your cigar go out?
In the course of the earthquakes we provoked ...
O HEART!
Jūkichi Yagi
O heart,
I’ll see you later.

But
please come back again.
 ...
O YOU WHO COME TO ME AT DAWN
Kiyoko Nagase
O you, who come to me at dawn
From where the teteppoppō’s* cooings are heard,
You,
...
OBITUARY
Cristóbal Joannon
You said: I don’t deserve this. We had to reply:
no one deserves anything; if the
...
OBJECTS WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES
Eduardo Espina
The images lend their faces to the words.
They play the fool by carrying some rhythms,...
OBLIVION
Fernando Charry Lara

...
OBLIVION IS IN THE MAILBOX
Jotamario Arbeláez
The mailman is spinning his cap early on his bicycle today
The mailman who goes around
...
OBSCENITIES
André Schmitz
Obscene the poem says not, does not
– the only thing to say, the only thing not to do
...
OBSCURE BIRTH
Gonzalo Márquez Cristo
Aside from you, I only love what belongs to everybody . . .

I destroy my bond with the
...
OBSERVATION OF A PLAY IN WATER
Shuntaro Tanikawa
To start, her footprints wet with water vanished, and next her cute dimples and innocent eyes
...
OCTOBER 27, 2010
Eduardo Espina
There’s air of contemplation outwards, and peace despite
the reasons that must be the same as
...
OCTOBER 30
Yan Jun
I ate my luggage
I ate the first day the early morning cackle of crows

Ten
...
OCTOBER LAMENTATION
Porfirio Barba Jacob
I did not know that the blue of tomorrow
is a vague specter of the haze of yesterday;...
OCTOBER'S SENTIMENTAL LINES
Jimu Langge
Returning to my native village
I see before me the color of earth
And the white cranes
...
ODE FOR ODYSSEUS
Gilad Meiri
Returning from work
eleven-thirty at night
I find you sleeping on the sofa as usual,
...
ODE OF THE HUNTER OF
EPHEMERAL SUNRISES

León de Greiff

                                            to Baldomero Sanín Cano

Is it this then
...
ODE TO CLOTHES
Shota Iatashvili

God didn’t make humans naked,
God created them with clothes.
With underwear, a
...
ODE TO EMPTINESS
Albert Bontridder
Man with pen and compasses,
true to his philosophical measuring rule,
lets the water
...
ODE TO LOVE
María Mercedes Carranza
On an afternoon you’ll never forget
he will come to your house and sit at the table.
Bit
...
ODE TO THE AUTHORITIES IN CHARGE OF FANTASY
Admiel Kosman
This is an ode to the fantasy authorities who have begun to cross-examine me personally in my
...
ODE TO THE SOLITARY ONE
Richard Minne
You are like a bourn
in the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.

No
...
ODYSSEUS
Chaim Gouri
And returning to the city of his birth he found a sea
and different fish and grass floating on
...
ODYSSEUS
Nathan Wasserman
Hours later it occurred to me:
I had leaned over the rail at the world’s
navel
...
OF A MINISTER
Chandrakanta Murasingh
There are times I get weary of talking;
Words, sounds and echoes whirl within.
At such times
...
OF CABBAGES AND QUEENS
Celia de Fréine
Richard did not woo his woman with flowers –
he lavished gifts on her mother
...
OF COLOURED GLASS
Constantine Cavafy
I am very moved by one detail
in the coronation at Vlachernai of John Kantakuzinos
and
...
OF COURSE
Piotr Sommer
he won’t tell you his whole life
in three hours or in three days, even
if he really
...
OF COURSE
C. (Cornelis) Buddingh’ 
of course: it would be fine
to write poems
about (for example): nightingales,
or
...
OF LOVE AND CYANYDE!
Linda Maria Baros
Don’t call me from home, from your garret,
turning – like a turning lunatic! –
the knobs
...
OF MANY POEMS
Jacques Roubaud
Of many poems
There was one
I could no longer remember
Except that I’d composed
...
OF POETRY
Franco Buffoni
Haven't you already filled up
The entire exercise book?
Like roots in the
...
OF RIVERS
Fredy Chicangana
Navigating a silent river
a brother said:
“If rivers could talk
how many stories
...
OF THE JUNIPER TREE THIS BE THE TALE
Geert van Istendael
Oracle shrub
of drift sand sentinel
of frost and blizzard
etnagh
...
OF THE MURDERED GIRL
Pedro Arturo Estrada
Before whom,
for my hands and feet shattered,
my face charred in the first bloom of
...
OF THIS BRIDGE
Mehrdad Fallah
These bridges are no bridge dear
they bow and ...
OF THIS QUIET
Mehrdad Fallah
The one who has cried out
has snatched a bloody mouth
as souvenir from the wall ...
OF WATER
Anna Enquist
Towering tall and over me, the bridge
grabs into the grass with hard fingers.
Vehicles
...
OFF,
Yosuke Tanaka
I’ve started to miss the name of those nameless plants. Off to the side of the path,
Long,
...
OFF-SCREEN
K. Schippers
Fourteen blocks dumped on the
rug. But still their arrangement
is just right. Move one
...
OGRE INSIDE
Wakako Kaku
The middle-aged woman ate an early lunch in five minutes or so –
yesterday’s curry on
...
OH HOUSES HOUSES HOUSES
Ruy Belo
Oh houses houses houses
houses are born and live and die
While alive they stand out from each
...
OH! THE RUSTLING OF THE SLENDER REED!
Guido Gezelle
Oh! the rustling of the slender reed!
I would I knew thy mournful song!
Whenever the
...
OH, NIGHT
Porfirio Barba Jacob
My curse is to go gropingly with my fiery soul,
blind without a guide under the blue of
...
OH, POOR HACHUKRAI
Chandrakanta Murasingh
Hachukrai, do you hear
The blind man mouths a harangue?
At every pause he knocks
His
...
OLD AGE
Mourid Barghouti
There are some inventions
that do not exist.
Old age is one of them.
Those who go
...
OLD CONVERSATIONS
Emmanuel Moses
He had remembered old conversations with this one and that one,
Viaticums which seemed to him
...
OLD FORTUNE
Mark Boog
Old fortune (not for sale)
in old rooms. Isn’t that wonderful?

We already knew
...
OLD GUEST
Tin Moe
My cigar is burnt up
the red-brown sun about to set.
Will you take me home?...
OLD LEG
Claude Esteban
Old leg, you no longer serve, I
jettison you

is it too vast, the world, one
...
OLD LOVE
Udaya Narayana Singh
Today, an old love
appears before me
and asks for the price
of each of my songs...
OLD MEETING ROOM
Martin Reints
On the pushed-together tables
stands a tray with cups

a glass bowl with sachets of
...
OLD PHOTOGRAPHS
Mangalesh Dabral
What is it in these old photographs
When I chance upon them I can’t stop looking
Is it
...
OLD ROAD TO THE SEA
Borben Vladović
We have started from the shadow place
towards the sawed smell of fresh boards
on the old road
...
OLD SOCIETY
Jimu Langge
The sky is a black sky
The earth is a black earth
Chinese people are thus
everyone
...
OLD STORY
Remco Campert
It’s the same old story:
he’s feeling bored
do I have to listen to this?
even the
...
OLYMPIA, THE LATE FILM
Marcel Beyer
Too late, too late, on the walls, on my own,
the neon sign, the late film, the folding...
ON A BLACK SUMMER’S NIGHT
Barbara Korun
I stepped out into the garden
to pluck a flower for you –

it shook its leaves in my
...
ON A BUILDING SITE, THINKING OF A LENGTH OF OLD TIMBER
Guo Jinniu
If I’m not at the site, I’m at the bothy.
Rain.
Pause.
 ...
ON A DAY WITH A GENTLE BREEZE
Kiyoko Nagase
*
You arrived on a day with a gentle breeze
crying suddenly as if you came rolling out
...
ON A ROCKY TREE
Vasant Abaji Dahake
On a rocky tree a mynah,
on a rocky road a steamroller,
the white-hot afternoon...
ON A SUMMER’S DAY
Chaim Nachman Bialik
When high noon on a summer’s day
makes the sky a fiery furnace
and the heart seeks a quiet
...
ON ARTISTIC FREEDOM IN THE NATIONAL ERA
Salman Masalha
Because I am not a state, I have no
secure borders, or an army guarding
its soldiers’
...
ON BEING LEFT
Louis De Paor
When you’re not here,
milk turns sour in the fridge,
the toaster burns the last piece
...
ON FAR AWAY AND CLOSE AT HAND
Krešimir Bagić
far away has a pretty face
so pretty it could drive a man crazy
but this one here is kind
...
ON HOW I AM LIKE A PENCIL
Eli Eliahu
I write one side and on the other I am erased.

**
Pain makes me sharper....
ON LEARNING OLD VOCABULARY
Durs Grünbein
Words don’t sleep in dictionaries. They hang about
On street corners, aimless, play
...
ON MY GOING UP TO THE LAND OF ISRAEL
Mois Benarroch
The time has come to talk about this:


I didn’t come here. My parents brought me.
...
ON MY WAY HOME
Ryuichi Tamura
I should never have learned words
how much better off I’d be
if I lived in a world ...
ON RECALLING THE YEAR 1947
Kedarnath Singh
Do you remember Noor Mian, Kedarnath Singh?
Wheat-coloured, Noor Mian?
Dwarf-like, Noor
...
ON SECOND THOUGHTS
Peter Semolič
On second thoughts, I was never
a child of nature. I compared dragonflies
to helicopters and
...
ON THE BRINK OF TEARS
Samuel Jaramillo

...
ON THE DAY THAT MY COUSIN ADRIAN
Danie Marais
On the day that my cousin Adrian died
he was 31 years and 9 months old.
The trains didn’t
...
ON THE FARCE OF MY LIFE
Chen Kehua
the life so studiously acted out
by every individual proves
eventually to be a
...
ON THE HIGHROAD
Nathan Alterman
There's a tinkling in the pasture and a whistling
And the field lies in gold till
...
ON THE HILL OF THIS MOMENT
Ruy Belo
A hint of absinthe fills the air when the beetles
emerging from the rotten bark of the old
...
ON THE IN-BETWEEN PATH
Gerrit Komrij
Thanks to the threesome craved for such a feat,
I can start searching. Nathan leads me. Days
...
ON THE NAME OF A D.D.R. COMPACT,
WHICH IN GERMAN MEANS "SATELLITE"

Valerio Magrelli
Satellites of a solar system coming undone,
of a nucleus in decay, particles being freed, ...
ON THE ORIGIN OF GEOMETRY
Geert Buelens
Slipping

and that’s how you fall
off
you fall into
it

the
...
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF LIFE
Hassan El Ouazzani
A cloud
fell beside my heart. And what will happen
after all this massacre? Two clouds
...
ON THE OVERTOOM
Remco Campert
It’s thawing on the Overtoom
yet the frost’s setting in again
or so my feet tell me...
ON THE PORT
Hédi Kaddour
There are traces of salt
Everywhere the wavelap
Gnaws at the cement. An odor
Of
...
ON THE P’RADE
Adam Small
Please mad’m
c’mon smile
jis look
our little old tents is piled high wit joy...
ON THE RINGROAD
Linda Maria Baros
Only the girls from the suburb
step out on to the big road,
I’ve already told you
...
ON THE RUN
Stefan Hertmans
He had a hand
That pointed to the horizon.
The other was not there.
 ...
ON THE SCALES
Delphine Lecompte
I’m standing on the scales of a survivor
He survived the following: the death of his
...
ON THE SCRIBE
Juan Diego Tamayo
As I write, I write myself. I am the one who has spent endless hours with the night ink, committing
...
ON THE SHORE
Shinjiro Kurahara
The winter sun was at its zenith.
His head poking above dry grass on a riverbank,
an
...
ON THE SILENCE OF THE YEMENITES
Aharon Almog
Yemenites from the transit camp came to my grandfather’s house
sat and kept silent...
ON THE WAY TO DAMASCUS
Giovanni Quessep
Where will it be the scale that goes to heaven ?
- you ask -, while the moths
...
ON THE WORLD'S CHAOS AND CONFUSION (EXCERPT)
Luís Vaz de Camões
Happy the man who never places
his small and humble fantasy
in anything greater than
...
ON THINGS
Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão
Not all things mark time for us
with tenacity, in their halos.
Many hide or do not give
...
ON TIME
Tuvia Ruebner
1.
Are you asking me about time?
It’s no friend of mine. Why talk
about faceless
...
ON TIPTOE
Rafi Weichert

 
Always on tiptoe beside you,
I’m cautious of speech.
Your
...
ON TV AFTER DINNER
Chen Kehua
on TV I watch a young father who
has taken out a mortgage on a house on a slope on some
...
ON UNNECESSARY QUESTION MARKS
Hrvoje Pejakovic
WHY -  
that question-house with broken windows,
uninhabitable city in whose
...
ON WAR AND EXCITEMENT
Petra Müller
Harald tells me: We were lads then, Shrumf and I, we
lived in burnt-out tanks outside Hamburg.
...
ON WHAT I AM
Raúl Gómez Jattin
In this body
in which life is already getting dark
I live
Soft belly and balding head
A
...
ON YOUR THROAT
Paolo Ruffilli
The gentle curve of the throat
when you say a word,
the shadow on your breast and
the
...
ONCE UPON A…
Elma van Haren
Words bubbling up;
...
ONDINA UNCROWNED I
Milorad Stojević
the innkeeper’s Tear sizzles on a red-hot embryo,
wallflower and cuticle fall on the collection
...
ONDINA UNCROWNED II
Milorad Stojević
Ondina’s flesh carries a flowerbed of logos and dregs
a flock of flying fucks, an atlas and
...
ONDINA UNCROWNED III
Milorad Stojević
while you chew litmus and rune’s uranium, are you scared silly?
while the embryo and brain on
...
ONDINA UNCROWNED IX
Milorad Stojević
I place a poppy on your golden hemmed cunt
and offer a ticktack treasury and my brimming
...
ONDINA UNCROWNED XI
Milorad Stojević
a forest leaf breaks on the thorn of a black rose
where Rilke is dying and dipping his eyes in
...
ONE AFTERNOON’S ASSORTED EMOTIONS
Jin Haishu
each and every event speeds away from us
the room is cramped
and we are confined within
...
ONE DAY
Sheng Xing
I am walking down a road that cannot erupt with lava
towards a morning sun that cannot fall from
...
ONE DAY ONE MONTH ONE YEAR
Fang Xianhai
I said I
was going to experience life
I said I might be a nobody
but I was a
...
ONE GAVE ONESELF TIME
Claude Esteban
One gave oneself time, one
lost oneself, one followed

the sun, one fell asleep so
...
ONE MINUTE
Shai Dotan
Just one minute. I want
to scream. I shot him. He advanced
with a suspicious face. Who
...
ONE MUST
Gerrit Kouwenaar
One still has to count one’s summers, pass
one’s sentence, snow one’s winter

one
...
ONE OF THEM
P.P. Ramachandran
Girls wait for the bus,
At the school bus stop.

However hard they try...
ONE OF US VIII
Robert Anker
As we walk along the road
knapsacks on our umbrellas
laughing and chattering blind
to
...
ONE SHOULD SEE ONE'S OWN HOME FROM FAR OFF
Vinod Kumar Shukla
One should see one’s own home from far off.
One should cross the seven oceans
to see
...
ONE YEAR AFTER
Máire Mhac an tSaoi
I arrange my memory in readiness for the grave,
Put spices in her shroud and silver coins;...
ONION FINGERS
Stefan Hertmans
You cut them gently like living things,
first in half and then the rings,
but it hurt
...
ONLY
Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi
A lazy noon
stirs me from your memory to this glass of tea
and a wondering embrace...
ONLY KNOW
Jon Fosse
the song, the song of the sea
slides down the steep mountains
and across sky
...
ONWARD, THE REGRESSION
Ann Cotten
Love, love will tear us apart
Ein deutscher Geist tritt an den Start
the devil never
...
OPEN LETTER TO FREUD
Mallika Sengupta


In man's body an extra limb
Invested with eternal power, earth's
...
OPEN RENSHI 1: MOUNTAINS
Ming Di
1
This summer a bird flies from Mt. Pamir to Qaidam,
a curving line that changes
...
OPEN RENSHI 2: OCEANS
Ming Di
1
In Qinghai, atomic bombs are flowers intended to flourish,
a tsunami a cluster of
...
OPEN YOUR MOUTH
Song Xiaoxian
as soon as you open your mouth
someone takes advantage of you
shut your mouth
and someone
...
OPENED ENDING
Jacob Groot
Whether you’re alone we’re not about to ask
because I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to
...
OPERATION SUCCESSFUL
Tamir Lahav-Radlmesser
I am one of the arteries
That clogged my father’s heart.
Then came the surgeons
Cut
...
OPUS 112
Yu Jian
whoever notices how many leaves the wind
knocks from these trees
and whoever sees this
...
OR LIKE
Henk van der Waal
Or like
when it rains
outside and you stretch out to
your full length and can
...
ORACLE
Jules Deelder
On occasion we are granted
After sucking the smoke
Of medicinal herbs through hol-...
ORACLE OF A FOUND SHOE
Mustafa Stitou
Distract the hysterical metropolis,
urbanite, rinse your gut
with spring water, be
...
ORDER
Jan Glas
First there was sitting
and then there was chair.
In that order of language.
As
...
ORIENTALS
Roberto Baronti Marchiò
Where do all these Orientals
end up,
in the stations,
loaded with suitcases, bags
...
ORIGIN OF THE WORLD
Noam Partom
I hereby close the gates between my legs till further notice
For an unlimited period, due to
...
ORIGINS
Eduardo Gómez
I come from a childhood glorified by suns
and gold monstrances that made one dream ...
ORIHUELA
Armando Orozco Tovar
All day I’ve had Miguel in my head,
which is about to burst
like his, long ago, on his
...
ORPHAN
Aifric Mac Aodha
My father and mother
Were proud of me:
They never let on
That I didn’t make
...
ORPHEUS IN THE LAND OF ISRAEL
Israel Bar Kohav
 
My field buried
sheaves buried
rocking horses buried
my father
...
ORVIETO
Hans Tentije
A winding road and hairpin turns
raise the volcanic tuff plateau higher and higher
along
...
OSTEND
Erik Lindner
1. A bone lies in the sand
of an island that won't stay still

fixed is the
...
OTHER METHODS
Pierre Alferi
When
Sunday
Gets you down
Do the Hausa
The Aka
The Jivaro. ...
OTHER NEWS
Anne Vegter
An urban environment, a bike ride
someone drives off a pontoon into the river, dies
you
...
OTHER SIDE
Joke van Leeuwen
As the rower realises how it’s possible
(goat first, then wolf, bring goat back, leave
...
OULIPIAN TREATY
Michelle Grangaud
Oulipian treaty     Subtle meaning       Cold
...
OUR ABSENCE
Mark Boog
Our absence was apparent
from the overgrown shrubs
from the grass that needed mowing,...
OUR BED IS A BANK OF WITCHCRAFT AND SPELLS
Jairo Guzmán
We are a dragon
creeping along the road

Drunk with insomnia
we drag along
...
OUR EYES
Srečko Kosovel
Our eyes were flooded
with burning lava.
And the grey dust
of cement towers...
OUR GARDEN
Rachel
    
           to
...
OUR LIGHTNESS
Mark Boog
There is also salt in the sea but the salt in the ground is more costly.
We dig until digging
...
OUR PIECE OF THE PLANET
Slađan Lipovec

a few hectares
of the land our own piece
of the planet in the cadastre register
...
OUR ROOM WILL BE
Ariel Zinder
Our room will be light and spacious
And in it only a bed, a potted plant,
Your
...
OUR TURN
Rui Pires Cabral
It’s the cold that cripples us on a winter
Sunday, when hope is at its
rarest. There
...
OURCQ
Erik Lindner
From the ice-breaker clearing the quay
cracks dart though the layer of ice,
from one bank
...
OUT OF CONTEXT
Touria Majdouline
I gather my confusion and my things
My steps
And the remaining illusions
Of my
...
OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND
J. Bernlef
If it's someone
then it's that someone
who knocks us down
mows us
...
OUTDOORS
Amparo Osorio
Rain:
anoint my skin
wash my eyes.

Night opens
for you.
...
OUTLAWS
Robert Perišić
You have to do
something!
this is a small lion, he is learning to walk
numbers
...
OUTSIDE THIS WHOLE CONSTRUCT
Giriraj Kiradoo
we had seen them hovering in the sky directly overhead
we did not know that these watchmen in
...
OVER THIS SHORE/II
Jorge de Sena
I am questioning myself – as curious
as is the child becoming adolescent
who is no expert
...
OVERDOING IT
Piotr Sommer
All night the cicadas measured time
and yet I couldn’t make it to sleep.
I was late by
...
OVERHEARING
Piotr Sommer
And of course the birds go on chirping, and how!
Even if they’re not chirping.
Bah, wires
...
OVERVIEW
Joke van Leeuwen
She wants to tidy up the attic in her head
to get it all arranged in boxes, the first
is
...
OW!
Judith Herzberg
Could there be such a thing, a law
for the conservation of pain,
so that if we fight it
...
OXFORDSHIRE
Fernando Pessoa
I want the good, I want the bad, and in the end I want nothing.
I toss in bed, uncomfortable
...
OYSTERS
Wang Jiaxin
End of a reunion. On the seaside table
Lie a few colossal
oysters, not
...
 
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