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TưởNG NIệM BRUCE KELLER
Nguyễn Tiên Hoàng
Một thành phố là một cấm thành, một cấm thành là một linh hồn [sơ cổ], một
linh hồn là một hí
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TA HIT HELE LANDSKAPET
Torgeir Rebolledo Pedersen
døden er en stimfisk
en tusenbror en tusensøster

svuppet når
...
TÁ MO CHEATHRÚNA FUAR
Nuala Ní Chonchúir
Tá mo cheathrúna fuar.

Is tá mo bholg fuar freisin,
ag luascadh cosúil le ...
TAALMACHINE
Geert van Istendael
1

Spreek, stad, spreek!
Strek je talloos veel tongen ten hemel,
lik aan de
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TAARLO
Herman De Coninck
Wij lopen door het najaar met ons twee.
En dat gevoel heb ik ook in de lente
Wij lopen
...
TADII ZVEDU TA . . . ?
Tsotso magazine
Wangu,
Kana togara tichigwabvurana wangu,
Toita kunge mbongoro kana mapfeni...
TAFELEN MET EEN STOEL
Stefaan van den Bremt
1

Doe die kalender vol scheurwijsheid weg.
Die dag wil niet overgaan.
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TAFELS
Ruth Lasters
Tafels, soms wenste ik dat ze massaal plots
omgedraaid en dat je net als ik dan dacht aan op
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TAIGI
Sigitas Parulskis
Taigi
tamsus žmogus, vulgarus primityvas, žmogbeždžionė
galvijas, pusprotis,
...
TAKING AIM AT A MACY'S CHANGING ROOM MIRROR, I BLAME TELEVISION
Marcus Wicker
          No chain link fences leapt in a single bound. No
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TAKING THE DRIP OUT
Penelope Shuttle
Then one afternoon
in a little private office
the consultant Zoe and me
there’s no
...
TAKK FOR FATET
Torgeir Rebolledo Pedersen
takk for alt du aldri får
og takk for det du får det på

takk
...
TALACRE
John McCullough
                when we veered off the
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TALAVÉRA
William Cliff
Vanguélis se montrait dans la posture abjecte
d’une bête abattue aux jambes grand-ouvertes...
TALISMAN
Sophia Pandeya
1. Fleur de Sel

the first memory was a white
blindness a braille of
salt
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TALITH
Michael O’Loughlin
We sleep beneath your grandfather’s talith
Fine lamb’s wool striped black and white
A
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TALKING
Martin Figura
I just talk too much I talk too much
never shut up if you cut me in half
with a spade I’d
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TALKING TO MY RIGHT HAND
Stephen Gray
Deeply etched is my life line, ditto
my head: meaning, comfortable, intelligent,
with
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TALKING TO MYSELF
Kishwar Naheed
Punish me for I’ve written the significance of the dream
in my own blood written a book
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TALKING TO MYSELF
Dannie Abse
In the mildew of age
all pavements slope uphill

slow slow
towards an
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TALL WINDOWS
Robert Hass
All day you didn’t cry or cry out and you felt like sleeping. The desire to sleep was lightbulbs
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TAMBOER
Anna Enquist
We horen hem wel, de tamboer in de verte,
maar luisteren niet. De maat van zijn stokken...
TAMERLÁN
Fernando Denis
El fuego hiere los desiertos, sus arenas la memoria.
Sobre esta ardiente casa infinita sólo
...
TANG VậT
Nguyễn Tiên Hoàng
Xét Có Tội
[dấu mộc chứng thực của Trên]

Danh sách:

Khả năng đọc...
TANGO FOR “IRMA LA DOUCE”
Mario Rivero
Aquí estuvo
sacudida por el manoseo las
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TANGO XII HERE’S OUR CLEAN BUSINESS NOW LET’S GO DOWN THE HALL TO THE BLACK ROOM WHERE I MAKE MY REAL MONEY
Anne Carson
You want to see how things were going from the husband’s point of view –...
TANGO XIX. AND KNEELING AT THE EDGE OF THE TRANSPARENT SEA I SHALL SHAPE FOR MYSELF A NEW HEART FROM SALT AND MUD
Anne Carson
A wife is in the grip of being.
Easy to say Why not give up on this?
But let’s
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TANGO XXII. HOMO LUDENS
Anne Carson
Omens are for example hearing someone say victory as they pass you in the street
or to be
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TAP DANCE
Maurice Scully
Artists 
in their
factories
are

working
hard
...
TAP-TAPPING
Mafika Pascal Gwala
Rough, wet winds
parch my agonised face
as if salting the wound of...
TAPATYBĖS KRIZĖ
Eugenijus Ališanka
kuo būčiau jeigu būčiau iš tiesų
ne taip kaip dabar žmogus...
TAR AGUS TÓG
Ceaití Ní Bheildiúin
Labhrann an cnoc:
 
Má tá cosaint uait, tar
i dtreo mo shleasa
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TARDE
Carlos de Oliveira
A tarde trabalhava
sem rumor
no âmbito feliz das suas nuvens,
conjugava
citilações e
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TARDE EN LA NOCHE
Carlos Bedoya
Agua en las raíces
del arduo cuello del día
Nave de cristal
hundiéndose en el
...
TARIRO
(HOPE)

Ethel Irene Kabwato
We called you Tariro
Our hope for the future
We dreamt on
Lifting dreams
Upon
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TARJETA DE VISITA
María Mercedes Carranza
El mundo es esto que miro:

la mesa que reúne sobre ella
cosas banales como el mantel y
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TAROT
John Kinsella
            for Jacques
...
TARZAN
Ali Cobby Eckermann
hey kungka
you want husband yet?
the old man sings out
from his bough shelter...
TARZAN AR DEORAÍOCHT
Derry O’Sullivan
Arbh é mise nár ghoil
Ag sochraid m’athar
Ach gur dhóbair
...
TASTING NOTE FOR GRIEF #17
Karen McCarthy Woolf
Long and complex on the palate
rage attacks the tastebuds,
a territorial robin whose
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TATĂL MEU
Dumitru Crudu
Ultima oară când l-am văzut stătea cu faţa la perete şi lacrimile îi curgeau pe obraji
...
TATE’S AVENUE
Seamus Heaney
Not the brown and fawn car rug, that first one
Spread on sand by the sea but breathing
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TATTOO
Tsotso magazine
The fragile beauty of your sweetness
Is captured delicately on my soul’s face
A tender
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TATÚ
Nuala Ní Chonchúir
Is pailmseist mo chorp
faoi do lámha,
paipír ársa
scrollaithe fút,
ag tnúth
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TAUMEL DER TRENNUNG
Ulrike Draesner
morgens vor dem spiegel ich
träumend denk und dreh
um dich da wird die kehle...
TAXI
Piedad Bonnet
Todo tan cotidiano tan aparentemente simple
el mediodía del viernes iracundo con su rumor de
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TAXONOMIE
Jan Baeke
Het heeft lang geduurd voor het klaar was.
De hele zomer door, tegen de warmte in, de
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TE LAAT
Maria Barnas
Ik fietste door een kalmte in de stad
die langzaam huizen werd waarin mensen samen ...
TE ROG FII CUMINTE, AM SĂ TE SĂRUT PUŢIN, AM SĂ TE OMOR ŞI-AM SĂ PLEC
Daniel Bănulescu
Vorbesc cu o femeie la telefon
Şi fumez
Îmi răspunde vulgar şi străin

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TE VEI STAFIDI, VEI FI UN FRUCT EXOTIC
Daniel Bănulescu
Nu e nevoie să te uit
Pentru că imediat ce adorm tu nu mai exişti pentru mine
 ...
TEA
Dave Lordan
All night long
I’ve been listening to his racket,
Now Uncle Georgie’s
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TEA AND SANDWICHES
Togara Muzanenhamo
It’s wet underfoot with no paths running through the heather;
I passed a dead sheep on the
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TEA CEREMONY
Michael Cope
To this cup, I pay homage.
To the designer of this cup,
to the workers who made this
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TEAGMHÁIL FOTHOINN
Simon Ó Faoláin
Ní hé ultrasound na súl
A chuir do réaltacht ina luí go
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TEEBEUTEL
Jan Wagner
I

nur in sackleinen
gehüllt. kleiner eremit
in seiner höhle....
TEEKANNE MIT KHAKIFRÜCHTEN
Durs Grünbein
Wenn am Nachmittag die Phasen des Schweigens
Länger werden als im Winter die
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TEEN DIE LIEFDE
Charl-Pierre Naudé
Is dit waar ons nou is? Hiér,
reg langs mekaar, en tog so ver uiteen;
twee liefdesvoëltjies
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TEGEN HET KRAKENDE HEK
Rutger Kopland
Zo stonden wij tegen het krakende hek,
zo buiten de wereld als paarden.

Het was weer
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TEGEN HET VERGETEN
Peter Verhelst
Niet hoe je was, hoe je op je ellenbogen achterover leunend, zo bleek was je,
hoe we keken
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TEHRAN
Rosa Jamali

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TEICH
Monika Rinck
sagt er: das leid ist ein teich.
sag ich: ja, das leid ist ein teich.
weil das leid von
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TEILATUETAN LAN EGITEN DUEN JENDEA
Harkaitz Cano
Zure agendan egonagatik sekula
ezagutu ez duzun jende hori da.
Gogoratzen saiatu arren
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TEJIDO
Giovanni Quessep
Si tuviese tus ojos, hilandera
podría ver lo que jamás he visto:
hilos de plata, hilos de
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TEKİL
Roni Margulies
Basittir İngilizcesi, s eklenir,
Türkçesi de kolay, ler, lar,
Rumcanınsa
...
TEKENING
Roland Jooris
Kan men een kras van denken trekken in de inval
van een lijn die na lang kijken plots
...
TELEFONOZ DEITZEN DIODAN JENDEA
Harkaitz Cano
Badago garai batean asko maitatu eta orain
urtebetetze egunean soilik deitzen diozun
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TELEFUNKEN
Menno Wigman
Na jaren zwoegen werd ik kleurenblind,
sloeg vonken uit, kreeg klappen, gaf de geest. ...
TELEMACHAS PRIE ODISĖJO KAPO
Sigitas Parulskis
Tu tiek puikavaisi savo pergalėmis, kad
užmiršai, jog šiame pasaulyje reikia mokytis ne
...
TELEPHONE
Adrian Mitchell
Telephone told me that you were dead
Now I hate every telephone’s stupid head
I’d rather
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TELESUE
Harry Man
Cottoning on too late, the Herne Hill train sparking slow
away into the sleet, that you are
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TELEVISION
Angshuman Kar

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TELL THE BEES
Sarah Lindsay
Tell the bees. They require news of the house;
they must know, lest they sicken
from the
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TEMA Y VARIACIONES
Eduardo Gómez
A nadie has amado en vano
ni odiado.
Quienes estaban lejos
fueron amados,
y
...
TEMAT: BRODSKI
Adam Zagajewski
Proszę zapisać: urodzony w maju,
w wilgotnym mieście (stąd motyw:
...
TEN YEARS ACROSS THE LIMPOPO
Bulawayo poets
After ten years
across the Limpopo
what he brought back home
is this:
a fruit
...
TENANCY
Jennifer Matthews
Rentals have no grandchildren
to attend creaks and drips, so long
as the skeleton walls
...
TENDENCY TOWARD VAGRANCY
Philip Nikolayev
I’ve long had what Soviet psychiatrists
called “a tendency toward
...
TENDER
Randall Mann
There was a time we had functional alignment. I was your individual contributor,
...
TENGO MIEDO
María Mercedes Carranza
Miradme: en mí habita el miedo.
Tras estos ojos serenos, en este cuerpo que ama: el miedo....
TENT
Pat Boran
Maurice has lost his virginity
in a tent, or so he claims, out beyond
the new hotel
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TENTANG SEORANG YANG TERBUNUH DI SEKITAR HARI PEMILIHAN UMUM
Goenawan Mohamad
“Tuhan, berikanlah suara-Mu, kepadaku.”

Seperti jadi senyap salak anjing ketika ronda
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TENTH ELEGY
Michael Palmer
Sister Satan declares, Elegy is liquid no it is air.

Sister Satan declares, When
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TEORA
Colm Breathnach
béal gunnáin le d’uisinn
i lár na hoíche

is tá’s agat go bhfuilir le scaoileadh
...
TEORÍA DE LAS PUERTAS
Luis Vidales
Soy alguien dado a investigaciones científicas. Últimamente he descubierto una teoría del
...
TEORIJA OBLAčENJA
Damir Šodan
ujutro je ( . . . )
zakopčala wonderbra
i pomislila kako je dobro
to što ona zna da
...
TERCEIRAS MORADAS (11)
António Franco Alexandre
acordados, virão
perguntar por que presságio, que desleixo
ficou esta mão gravada
em
...
TERCEIRAS MORADAS (18)
António Franco Alexandre
incendiar, sim, é um processo
mais simples. Cubro a cabeça de cinza
(não de estrelas!), como
...
TERCEIRAS MORADAS (9)
António Franco Alexandre
E poderia dar-te
um chão de celofane, onde desliza a onda
em noite fresca;
quatro
...
TERLİK
Roni Margulies
Yaşlı bir kadın beliriverdi bir gün
metro istasyonunun girişinde...
TERMINUS
Michael Laskey
I may come back I’m afraid
as a faded floral curtain
hanging at the window of a flat...
TERMINUS
Ailbhe Darcy
When Arnie sliced a transept from his own burgeoning arm
the inventor went loose all the way
...
TERMS OF SEEING
E.V. Ramakrishnan
On our way home from school
We often spent hours in that abandoned
Orchard of mango,
...
TERPLICHT
Pieter Boskma
Toen ik nu ontwaakte in mijn eigen kindertijd,
de mussen bij dozijnen tjilpten op het
...
TERRA NULLIUS
Adam Aitken
for Victoria Dawson



1

The Marlboro billboards seem to green
for an
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TERRE
Michel Deguy
         Tu rentres. Tu quittes le rivage. Tu retournes en
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TERROR (WELCOME TO NO MAN’S LAND)
Samuel Wagan Watson
All the signs read, SMILE . . . YOU’RE ON CAMERA, Welcome to No Man’s Land, you’re standing on
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TERUG UIT ACEDIA
Erik Lindner
1. Ze weet een jas als jurk te dragen
terwijl ze zit steunt ze
op de neuzen van haar
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TERUGKEER
Gerrit Komrij
Ik vraag me af of het een knipoog was.
Wie weet was het een onheilspellend teken.
Zij
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TERWIJL MEN TAFELT
Gerrit Kouwenaar
Terwijl men tafelt worden de doden steeds doder
zoals deze bladzij zich voedt met zijn
...
TEST POEM
Boris Rizhy

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TESTIMONIO
Fernando Charry Lara
Eran vísperas del crimen el empedrado,
La tarde,
El sol caído violentamente hacia el oeste,
...
TESTIMONY
John Stammers
You guided me through Dublin and Derrida
and I went along with you though you told me
that
...
TESTIMONY
Robert Berold
for the children of the suburbs
with electrics and water
piped like music through the
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TETRAPODS
Bernard O’Donoghue
Keen to encounter mysteries, 
we all went to examine the footsteps 
at
...
TEXTO DE APRESENTAÇÃO
Margarida Vale de Gato
1.
É-me indiferente: poeta, poetisa
dependerá do ritmo ou da medida
...
TEXTO EM QUE O POETA CELEBRA
O AMANTE DE VINTE E CINCO ANOS

Ricardo Domeneck
Houve
guerras mais duradouras
que você.
Parabenizo-o pelo sucesso...
THANK YOU
Mandy Coe
Danke, merci, gracias
for the heat of the sun,
the kindness of teaching,
the
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THAT DADA STRAIN
Jerome Rothenberg
the zig zag mothers of the gods
of science       the lunatic
...
THAT HE-GOAT
Paul Chidyausiku
He can’t be as old as grandpa, can he?
I am talking about grandpa’s he-goat.
But he is
...
THAT LODGER
Paul Chidyausiku
He came in the rain looking for shelter.
I did not have the heart to deny him
The use of
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THAT RAT'S DEATH
Eileen Myles
I’m proud
that I fed my avocado
to the mice this
week

To see
...
THAT UFO THAT PICKED ON US
Cecil Helman
That UFO that came down that day. The one that picked on us, just us. Circular and silver, that
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THAT’S INCREDIBLE!
Michael Robbins
I will pull an airplane with my teeth and I will pull an airplane with my hair. I
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THAT'S LIFE
Peter Gizzi
It couldn’t be closer than Mars
these days. First you’re off on a tangent,...
THE 13 O’CLOCK NEWS
Daljit Nagra
Pip Pip, today’s feature for Monarchy Month is the first
Indian knighted, in 1842. His name
...
THE 17-YEAR-OLD & THE GAY BAR
Danez Smith
this gin-heavy heaven, blessed ground to think gay & mean we.
bless the fake id & the
...
THE ACT
Joseph Horgan
My brother knows how to jive.
I saw him dancing in the backyard.
A shifting grace
...
THE ADVANCE
Tom Sleigh
1
Out the barred window sandbags in a sagging wall surround the guard
...
THE AERIALIST
Anthony Lawrence
Despite the legs, varicose like branches
veined with congealing sap,
the hands, gnarled
...
THE AFFAIR
Katherine Gallagher
He had a way of looking at the clock
when he arrived,

while undressing. She
...
THE AFRICAN BURIAL GROUND
Yusef Komunyakaa
They came as Congo, Guinea, & Angola,
   feet tuned to rhythms of a thumb
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THE AGE OF FALSE PRESENCE
Amanda Hammar
Even at skyping distance
your face remains familiar,
your gaze seemingly focused....
THE AGE OF GRANOLA
Michael D. Higgins
It was in the age of Granola
When you had long flowing hair
And people turned when we
...
THE AGE OF PLASTIC
John Forbes
The dictionary definition of change
means your face looks different in the water
&
...
THE AGE OF THE EMPTY CHAIR
Patrick McGuinness
In Monet’s The Beach at Trouville, it is week one of the
     
...
THE ALBERT CHAIN
Medbh McGuckian
Like an accomplished terrorist, the fruit hangs
from the end of a dead stem, under a tree ...
THE ALCHEMIST’S FORMULA
Sascha Aurora Akhtar
I sour mavens
& invent precision
a cut-glass time lozenge
lies sparking,
...
THE ALIBI
James Fenton
My mind was racing.
It was some years from now.
We were together again in our old
...
THE ALLEGORY OF SPRING
Alan Gillis
What pleasures we might find
    pass on.
Nothing to be done. Like
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THE ALLIGATOR'S GREAT NEED AND GREAT DESIRE
Ruth Padel
To be thermally, forever, stable. (That surprised you.) Harder than it seems,...
THE ALPHABET FISH
Samuel Wagan Watson
My brothers once showed me the bounty that could be had in bait nets  / we were able to catch
...
THE AMAZING TINTIN
John McCullough
sucks ice cubes at a bar, gazes out to sea.
Tintin without Haddock who he left
...
THE AMBITION
Jen Hadfield
The tide being out, I’d to traipse through dehydrated eelgrass
and the chopped warm
...
THE ANTHOLOGY
Alice Notley
No tone of voice being sufficient to the occasion
Flash that’s all, that we’re
...
THE ANTI-TRAVEL TRAVEL POEM
Adam Aitken
The anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK IV, XIII
Peter Boyle
The inhabitants of Phokaia are quite clear that their ancestors came from places far to the east,
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK I, XVI
Peter Boyle
In the time of the great emergency Enobius, the Emperor of the Palmyran legions, was banished
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK I, XVII
Peter Boyle
Anaximenes was the first to calculate accurately the size of the universe. Whereas Nepenthe,
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK II, XII
Peter Boyle
Among the ancients of our people, the Hellenic homeland and its numerous colonies and sister
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK II, XVII
Peter Boyle
In those days the sun was always sliding off the edge of the visible, vanishing then reappearing in
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK II, XX
Peter Boyle
At the front of our house is dawn
and the mist of the sea that enters our valley.
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK III, I
Peter Boyle
In the feast laid out at Alcibiades’ house Terpander posed for us the question, “Why is it that
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK III, IV
Peter Boyle
In Africa not far south of Kitezh, only a few days journey from Ebtesum, in several rich and
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK III, IX
Peter Boyle
By morning
three women, an old man
with a cart, two children.

By evening...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK III, XVI
Peter Boyle
In Kitezh and the kingdoms nearby, though they know of stone and timber and partly use them as
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK IV, I
Peter Boyle
In those long periods when books vanished, when memory was the only way to record that the earth
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK V, XXVII
Peter Boyle
XXVII

I hate you but I love you –
why the fuck do I do this?

I dream of
...
THE APOCRYPHA OF WILLIAM O'SHAUNESSY: BOOK VI, XI
Peter Boyle
It is easy to believe there is another language always present at the edge of hearing, some slight,
...
THE APPEAL OF CRANES
Claire Potter
wing opportunity
      to see
...
THE ARCHAEOLOGY OF CHILDHOOD 1: HOUSE
John Burnside
If the house in a dream
Is how I imagine myself:      
...
THE ARK BY “SCRATCH”
Ishion Hutchinson
The genie says build a studio. I build
a studio from ash. I make it out of peril and slum...
THE ART OF FORGETTING
Philip Nikolayev
Last night I cooked my socks in the microwave
by mistake. What to do when you’re so
...
THE ART OF LEAVING
Gabeba Baderoon
The warmth is leaving
your shirt, hanging
over the back of the chair.  Slowly
...
THE ART OF SEDUCTION
Jeet Thayil
When the flooding in the basement got worse
she slipped into a silly dress

and
...
THE ART OF SOLITUDE
Stephen Watson
I

Here, at Kromrivier, one winter later,
each day offers what it can: a sky
at
...
THE ASH BRINGER
W.S. Di Piero
A grainy predawn dark, early Expressway traffic
bleeding arterial tail lights across gray
...
THE ASTERISM
Jen Hadfield
Inexplicable pain –
you’re a thing like Sirius
or Aldebaran –
...
THE AUDIENCE
Jennifer Maiden
Eleanor Roosevelt woke up next to Dietrich
Bonhoeffer and realized that this was
not
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THE AUTHORITIES
Philip Hammial
Without arms or legs, they wiggle out of the sea & up onto the beach shouting commands from
...
THE AUTUMN OF EPICURUS
Eugenijus Ališanka
neturėčiau skųstis, malonumų netrūko, gal mažiau moterų, daugiau
...
THE AWFUL TRUTH
Chris Edwards
Despite the vast data at hand
pertaining to his belief
in the charm and ease of
...
THE BACK SEAT OF MY MOTHER'S CAR
Julia Copus
We left before I had time
to comfort you, to tell you that we nearly touched
hands in
...
THE BAD WOMEN OF BANGKOK
Adam Aitken
In communist Laos, where they come from
camouflage is a practical art and the moonlight
a
...
THE BADLY-LOVED
Ian Duhig
Apollinaire

No man was good enough to be my father;
the Registrar of Bastards
...
THE BAGHDAD ZOO
Brian Turner
An Iraqi northern brown bear mauled a man
on a streetcorner, dragging him down an alley...
THE BALCONY
David Brooks
I

Straight from the airport and already, in two days,
she has taken my virginity in
...
THE BAR-STOOL EDIBLE WORM
Dambudzo Marechera
I’m against everything
Against war and those against
War. Against whatever diminishes
Th’
...
THE BARMAN'S FANTASY
John McCullough
4 am and the big mouths are scrapping
with spluttered innuendoes.

My best reply’s
...
THE BARN OWL
David Brooks
In late summer
I feel the chill again
the first marauding
from the high plateau...
THE BASKET-SELLERS OF THE MATOPOS
John Eppel
The swinging dwalas of their bosom's bulk
(exfoliation checked by camphor cream),...
THE BAT
WN Herbert
In dusk, from in among the walnut tree
and its bearing down upon the damaskina,...
THE BATH
Martin Figura
Crow-eyed nurses watch the faint echo of a man
in six inches of bath water, silver-white
...
THE BEATING
Tim Liardet
What you brought home to our mother no longer resembled
a human face – every follicle
...
THE BEAUTIFUL ENGINES
Peter Sirr
Seeing at last into the heart of things,
I could have stayed all day
hunched over a
...
THE BED
Neil Rollinson
I opened my mouth to breathe,
like I do in dreams,
and the water flowed into me.
I
...
THE BEEKEEPER TAKES OUT INSURANCE
Nicolette Stasko
My address...
sure  its Tarcutta
just turn left
the first dirt lane...
THE BEES
David Brooks
I dream of myself
asleep upon a hillside,
those huge black bees – cmrlje –
emerging
...
THE BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER
Robert Hass
I
The child is looking in the mirror.
His head falls to one side, his shoulders slump.
...
THE BELGIAD
Patrick McGuinness
Caesarean state:
every roadsign a mirror
every town a suburb
 ...
THE BELLY DANCER
Fleur Adcock
Across the road the decorators have finished;
your flat has net curtains again
after
...
THE BEST MAN
Luke Kennard
I know it’s traditional to begin with an embarrassing story from the groom’s past, and I have the
...
THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE POEMS
John Forbes
like a dozing shark
or a very quiet limb
waiting for the lecture
to make it a star
...
THE BEST THING A DREAM
Andrew Greig
The best thing a dream can do for you
is not prophecy nor
free entertainment from your
...
THE BETRAYAL
Michael D. Higgins
This man is seriously ill
the doctor had said a week before,
calling for a wheelchair.
...
THE BILLIARD ROOM
Patrick Cullinan
The play of his power,
the living, you can smell
it in this room: the cues glitter like
...
THE BIOGRAPHICAL ASPECT
Lionel Abrahams
(for Osip Mandelshtam)



Translators, critics, wife, admirers,
...
THE BIRD WATCHER
Han Lynn

...
THE BIRTH OF ISLANDS
Olive Senior
Fire at the core
Necklace of ash, stone, coral.
Islands emerge, submerge or shift ...
THE BLACK AND ORANGE DEAD
Anthony Lawrence
A cluster of ladybirds makes a detail
from a cob of charred or blighted corn....
THE BLACK PAGODA: KONARAK
Sudesh Mishra
The Statesman on Nicolae Ceausescu.
Another brute, another revolution.
Always we favour
...
THE BLESSED MOTHER COMPLAINS TO THE LORD HER GOD ON THE ABUNDANCE OF BROKENNESS SHE RECEIVES
Mary Karr
Today I heard a rich and hungry boy verbatim quote
all last night’s
...
THE BLESSING
Pauline Stainer
There they were –
ordinary, unknowable,
beasts waiting to be blessed
at St. Luke in
...
THE BLUE FLOWER
Matthew Sweeney
In the heart of the stone
is a flower – a blue flower
tinier than a
...
THE BOAT MADE OF POEMS
Philip Gross
sings and hums and talks and whispers to itself....
THE BODY
Marianne Boruch
has its little hobbies. The lung
likes its air best after supper,
goes deeper there to
...
THE BODY’S INNUENDO
Lidija Cvetkovic
1

At first I only sensed the obvious —
in the body’s crypts there were signs
but I
...
THE BOOK OF TORMENT
Jane Gibian
Already you witnessed a vast company of crows
calling loudly, insistently, as they
...
THE BOY
Katie Donovan
Mizzling is his missile into my head:
it lands and cracks me open,
I can’t think or do
...
THE BREAKING OF THE DROUGHT
Chris Magadza
At midday
A wind rose from the north.
Large gravid tropical clouds
Came bearing on
...
THE BRIDGE
Leanne O’Sullivan
I want to stay with you tonight, as light unhusks
and spills slowly from the
...
THE BROKEN DOLLAR IN POLANA HOTEL
Phillip Zhuwao
A midnight torpsy-turvy
building trembling
Over mortar negotiation
full swing party
And
...
THE BUDDHAS OF BAMYAN
Brian Turner
After the shelling of artillery, with their long graceful telemetries
of explosives in
...
THE BUTTERFLY FARM
Medbh McGuckian
The film of a butterfly ensures that it is dead:
Its silence like the green cocoon of the
...
THE CADRE
Jennifer Maiden
I know the formula, too, for we
all speak it as litany

   
...
THE CALENDAR
Tari Mtetwa
It took countless seconds
to ceaselessly wave an untiring hand
around the clock
many
...
THE CASTALIAN SPRING
Denise Riley
1
A gush of water, welling from some cave, which slopped
Down to a stone trough squatting
...
THE CASTAWAY IS WASHED ASHORE
Peter Porter
She was the ship I sailed in, or
        We twinned as just
...
THE CATCH
A.E. Stallings
Something has come between us—
It will not sleep.
Every night it rises like a fish...
THE CATHEDRAL OF DEATH
Hassan El Ouazzani

...
THE CELTIC TIGER
Dennis O’Driscoll
Ireland’s boom is in full swing.
Rows of numbers, set in a cloudless blue
computer
...
THE CEMENT PLANT
Joshua Mehigan
The cement plant was like a huge still nailed in gray corrugated panels and left out
...
THE CEMETERY
Deryn Rees-Jones
I’ve learnt to run, like an adult learns to sing,
the arpeggios of the body’s muscles,...
THE CENOTAPH
Fanny Howe
I want to leave this place
unremembered.
The gas stove is leaking
and the door of
...
THE CHEMISTRY
Greg Delanty
When lover looks at lover on a date, ...
THE CHILD HAS IT
Michael Cope
the child has it and knows
that it is precious
feels it in a pocket
warmed moist by a
...
THE CHILDREN OF MARAMURES
Peter Riley
A wooden bowl full of blue and red berries,
fresh from the bushes beside the roads, washed of
...
THE CHILDREN OF NONTI
Mafika Pascal Gwala
Nonti Nzimande died long, long ago
Yet his children still live.
Generation after
...
THE CHRONICLES
Togara Muzanenhamo
They still drew the old roller over the cricket pitches with men
yoked like a team of oxen to
...
THE CINEMA
Anthony Joseph
frizzle neck chickens
pick padlocks under the cinema
midday Saturday when it hot in the
...
THE CITY AND I
Arundhathi Subramaniam
This time we didn’t circle each other
hackles raised,
fur bristling.

This time
...
THE CITY-DWELLER’S LAMENT
Clare Pollard
Baby screams twist through the block of flats,
then shattering sounds, domestic rows, ...
THE CLOISTER OF BONES
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
I begin from the highest point,
Best of all a belltower.

I see the tops of heads,
...
THE CLUB
Michael Coady
You don’t realise until you’re forty or so
that by then everyone of your age or more
is
...
THE CODDINGTON MICROSCOPE
Ruth Padel
Stand a moment in the centre of these panels.
     His room’s empty now,
...
THE COFFIN STORE
C.K. Williams
I was lugging my death from Kampala to Krakow.
Death, what a ridiculous load you can be, ...
THE COLD FRONT
David Brooks
It was coming

the cold front
and the complex weather

we returned...
THE COMING OF THE RAINS
John Eppel
Romantics like Rousseau talk nonsense
when they insist that we are born free,
though he’s
...
THE COMPROMISE
Matthew Sweeney
He wanted to be buried on the moon.
At last he was answering the question
but she
...
THE CONFESSION OF BORISLAV HERAK
Mario Petrucci
When I joined the nationalist volunteers
they gave me a woman, a television and video.
At
...
THE CONNOISSEUR
Billy Ramsell
When it came to happiness she was a gourmet,
a connoisseur of small moments and extravagance.
...
THE CONSTABLES CALL
Tim Liardet
Pity the police officers whose task it is to tell
the truth of the mysterious dying. They are
...
THE CONVERSATIONS
Les Murray
A full moon always rises at sunset
and a person is taller at night.
Many fear their
...
THE COUNSELLORS
Chris McCabe
Every counsellor needs to be counselled.

A man becomes aware of his own mind,
...
THE CRAB FEAST
David Malouf
I

There is no getting closer
than this. My tongue slips into
the furthest,
...
THE CREVASSE
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
He lay plunged in the funnel of a beanbag,
The glass in his hand as deep as a fjord. ...
THE CROOKED MEN
Samuel Wagan Watson
My Dad straightened out the crooked men
In the old laundry shed
Above the fishing gear
...
THE CROSSING PLACE
Michelle O'Sullivan
He emerges among countless others from
a cramped compartment of an evening train
at
...
THE CROSSROADS
Joshua Mehigan
This is the place it happened. It was here. You might not know it was unless you knew. All
...
THE CULT
Julius Chingono
The poor are satanic
belong to a cult
that wears lingering linen.
Their two legged
...
THE CURRACH
Michael D. Higgins
The currach strains to the full
in the low trough
between the unpredictable ...
THE CURTAIN
Greta Stoddart
Perhaps you know that story where people
step out of this world and into another...
THE CYPHER
Kate Tempest
A circle. Shoulders and hard chests and arms like rosary beads
from push-ups before bed, eyes
...
THE DANCER
Gcina Mhlophe
Mama,
they tell me you were a dancer
they tell me you had long
beautiful legs to
...
THE DARK TREES
David Brooks
Leave your house, rise
from the table
where the candles have guttered
and a blue
...
THE DAUGHTERS
Mona Arshi
My daughters have lost
two hundred and thirty-six teeth
and counting.
They
...
THE DAY
Crossing Borders poets
there was a boy became a man
loved like a man with passion
then came the news the dreaded
...
THE DAY GOD WAS ANGRY
Mir Mahfuz Ali
A storm roared over the Bay of Bengal,
a raving bull charging with its horns.
It pounded
...
THE DEAD
Christine D’haen
Bruisend groen, de aarde bruin, bergen, water,
de hemel grauw of blauw en bonte wolken:
...
THE DEAD MAN'S CLOTHES
Pat Boran
The dead man’s clothes
were willed to the village orphans
so that, those long summer
...
THE DEADLY POPP
Amy Beeder
Their odor so powerful that anyone who breathes it...
THE DEATH OF CAIN
David Harsent
Because he had a mouth on him like sulphur;
because he gave me no respect;
because I was
...
THE DECISION
Jane Hirshfield
There is a moment before a shape
hardens, a color sets.
Before the fixative or heat of
...
THE DESERT
Jill Jones
She's learning about the desert
where things are not as flat as they seem.
She needs
...
THE DEVIL’S FOOTPRINT
Zvisinei Sandi
Alone by the fire he crouches
Absently he considers his rifle
Perhaps this is the last
...
THE DICE-PLAYER
Judith Beveridge
I’ve had my nose in the ring since I was nine.
I learned those cubes fast: how to play a
...
THE DOG AND THE HUNTER
Freedom T.V. Nyamubaya
In scarcity, master and dog are friends,
Tied around the neck, the hunter drags him along....
THE DOG'S DINNER
Russel Edson
An old woman was just cooking her dog's dinner when she decided to
review the general
...
THE DOMESTICITY OF GIRAFFES
Judith Beveridge
She languorously swings her tongue
like a black leather strap as she chews
and endlessly
...
THE DRAGONFLY
Chris Mann
Your lineage is as old as coal,
your life, in the swirl of stars,
a twitch of plasma on a
...
THE DREAM
Vivian Smith
The dream returns and you are there again
as if it were not ten years since you died.
We walk
...
THE DREAM IN THE NEXT BODY
Gabeba Baderoon
From the end of the bed, I pull
the sheets back into place.

An old man paints a large
...
THE DRESS SONNET
Jill Jones
I have taken off my little dress, there’s no scope
for me within it, there are things ...
THE DUCK SHIT AT CLARION CREEK
Idra Novey
We liked to stick it in a BB gun and shoot it.
We tattooed with it. We said hallelujah,...
THE DUKE OF NOWHERE
Philip Gross
I was the son of the Duke of Nowhere.
Nowhere was home.  The first sound I remember...
THE DUN COW
Maurice Riordan
What’s the Dun Cow doing on the Old Kent Road,
I’m wondering, when who should blow in ...
THE DUSK SESSIONS
Samuel Wagan Watson
The pyromaniacs of the gods were kicking it into that desert sunset
Upon a fire-pink,
...
THE DYING SYNAGOGUE AT SOUTH TERRACE
Thomas McCarthy
Chocolate-coloured paint and the July sun
like a blow-torch peeling off
the last
...
THE EAGLES
Brendan Cleary
1

smoking in Sean’s fancy motor
on the way to bury you,
I remind
...
THE EARLY HOUSES
Harry Clifton
They’re all strung out, our alcoholic brethren, 
On an infinite chain of
...
THE EARLY ONSET OF DARKNESS
John Kinsella
Winter has little if nothing
To do with it; the first to go
Is the cloched light of the
...
THE EGG
Mario Suško
Say three Our Fathers to have
A soft-boiled egg done right,
mother would say, and I said
...
THE EIGHTIES
Mary O’Donoghue
Dolls ’tached. Sindy, Jana drowned. Six and seven.
Cat flat dead on a Massey. Burials.
...
THE ELEMENTS
Alice Notley
You must do battle with Eros       I am
more worried about
...
THE ELEVATOR
Maura Dooley
As an oyster opens,
wondrous, and through mud
lets glitter that translucent...
THE ENTERTAINMENT OF WAR
Roy Fisher
I saw the garden where my aunt had died And her two children and a woman from next door; It
...
THE EXPIRATION DATE ON THE WORLD IS NOT QUITE THE SAME AS THE EXPIRATION DATE ON MY PROPHYLACTIC
D.A. Powell
gone the steel span of that wrapped building
and another, one other, and:   crumb
...
THE EYE
Rae Armantrout
These brown piles
of stubble

hills

have failed.

They
...
THE EYES
Ruth Padel
When he came down from the platform
And walked out,
Everyone clapping,

His
...
THE FABLES
David Malouf
To interpret the wood you first must fall
asleep in it, feel
its breathing lift your
...
THE FACE OF ANGUISH
Zvisinei Sandi
Seas upon seas of anguished faces –
The San mother, worn and weather-beaten
Condemned to
...
THE FAIRYTALE LAND OF UM
Jean Bleakney
Between the supercilious litany of ultra
and the negative hordes of un
is the magical realism
...
THE FALL OF 1992
Randall Mann
An empire of moss,...
THE FAMILY MONKEY
Russel Edson
We bought an electric monkey, experimenting rather
recklessly with funds carefully gathered
...
THE FARM TERRACES
Les Murray
Beautiful merciless work
around the slopes of earth
terraces cut by curt hoe
at the
...
THE FETCH
Ciaran Carson
To see one’s own doppelgänger is an omen of death.
The doppelgänger casts no
...
THE FIRE SERMON
Joshua Clover
1. Red Epic

Mediators! matadors!
           
...
THE FIRE WATCHERS: A MEMOIR (IN THE SYDNEY STYLE)
Adam Aitken
Too blind to be a fireman, too flat footed
my brother sought out fires, big ones, coming
...
THE FIRST CIRCLE
Kofi Awoonor
1.

     the flat end of sorrow here
two crows fighting over
...
THE FISH
Deryn Rees-Jones
I go to sleep with the taste of you, and this is not the first time

for you are too much
...
THE FISHERMAN’S SON
Judith Beveridge
Perhaps it was when he first felt his shoulders
roll an oar, or when he pulled the thick boots
...
THE FIVE ELEMENTS
Geet Chaturvedi

...
THE FLAYING OF MARSYAS
Miriam Gamble
It’s said the Muses judged the contest –
that they were pleased by Apollo’s
...
THE FLY, BY LIVIU CAMPANU
Patrick McGuinness
Another of your letters, Cilea, and the paper goes
for weeks in my pocket, folded, unfolded,
...
THE FLYING NIGHTDRESS
Mandakranta Sen

...
THE FOGBOW
WN Herbert
Ghaist o a gaw that few hae seen
paintit on fog lyk a fugue o thi scheme
Noah supposit
...
THE FOREST, THE CORRUPT OFFICIAL AND A BOWL OF PENIS SOUP
Ruth Padel
How can I paint Winter Landscape with Temples
and Travellers, or Five-Colour Parakeet
...
THE FORMS OF DESPAIR
Luke Kennard
We returned from the war happier, arms around our shadows—
Who claimed to be older than us.
...
THE FOUNDATION
C.K. Williams
1.

Watch me, I’m running, watch me, I’m dancing, I’m air;
the building I used to
...
THE FREE WILL OF AN OYSTER
Ruth Padel
Lurcher puppies, brown and gold, playing in the straw
of a farmyard. Ears, teeth and tails.
...
THE FRENCH TRANSLATION
Stephen Romer
A copy of Portrait by her unmade bed . . .
Embracing in their common hatred

what am
...
THE FULL INDIAN ROPE TRICK
Colette Bryce
There was no secret
murmured down through a long line
of elect; no dark fakir, no
...
THE FURTHEST DISTANCES I’VE TRAVELLED
Leontia Flynn
Like many folk, when first I saddled a rucksack,
feeling its weight on my back –
the way
...
THE GAFFE
C.K. Williams
1

If that someone who’s me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me,
as
...
THE GAP
David Brooks
On the pond path by Campbell’s
amidst the wheel-ruts and the fallen leaves
a gap nothing
...
THE GATE TO MULCAHY’S FARM
Paul Perry
The gate to Mulcahy’s farm is crooked,
sinking into infirm soil like a ship
from
...
THE GATHERING LIGHT
Robert Adamson
Morning shines on the cowling of the Yamaha
locked onto the stern of the boat,
spears of
...
THE GENETIC MEMORY OF ANCIENT ÏERÉ: HUMMINGBIRD
Anthony Joseph
Witness this pure liquid text ...
THE GIFT
Arthur Sze
The pieces of this jigsaw puzzle
will form King Tut’s gold face,

but, at the
...
THE GIFT
Stephen Watson
You brought me other worlds, here
where the fir trees stand, each one a mast
stepped in
...
THE GIRL CHILD
Julius Chingono
The girl child
I see carries
A plastic carrier-bag
With one or two bundles
Of
...
THE GLANCE RETURNED
Anthony Lawrence
When you are seven years old,
lying in the back of a station wagon
while your parents
...
THE GLOBAL REWARDS REDEMPTION CENTRE
Gig Ryan
1.

I heal the ramparts of the deponent tense
I am being loved and certain
A toast to
...
THE GODS WROTE
Keorapetse Kgositsile
We are breath of drop of rain
Grain of sea sand in the wind
We are root of baobab
Flesh of
...
THE GOLD-DIGGER
Patience Agbabi
Subspecies of suburbia
subtitled The Twister,
makar of mixed metals,
mercenary as
...
THE GOOD OLD DAYS
Neil Rollinson
In the dark ages they took their time.
They knew about pain
and butchered you slowly,
...
THE GORSE FIRES
Tim Liardet
I very gently drew out your brother’s tongue
and placed it back again, said the coroner,...
THE GRASS IS REALLY LIKE ME
Kishwar Naheed
The grass is also like me
it has to unfurl underfoot to fulfil itself
but what does its
...
THE GREAT AUSTRALIAN DREAM, DELIVERED IN THE MANNER OF GATSBY
Ann Vickery
Always over one’s shoulder, you’ll find the trees 
that forgot to breathe.
...
THE GREAT WHITE SHARK
Arthur Sze
For days he has dumped a trail of tuna blood
into the ocean so that a great white shark...
THE GREEN LANGUAGE
Sophia Pandeya
We know the green language, you and I
The open fingered feeding on sunlight
High notes
...
THE GROWING EDGE
Peter Gizzi
There is a spike
in the air
a distant thrum
you call singing
and how many
...
THE GROWING GIFT
Isobel Dixon
You’ve no idea, those proteas
you gave me – somehow scavenged bunch –
how those
...
THE GYPSY AND THE POET
David Morley
My house hoves nowhere, hauled by invisible horses.
Shades shift around me, warming their
...
THE GYRE
Eleanor Wilner
The world was a globe that sat on a table
in a fire-lit study, the table covered
with a
...
THE HABITS OF GUILT
Aidan Murphy
It summons up schooldays in the abattoir.
It scalds your lungs with unwanted smoke.
as
...
THE HAIRCUT
Mary O'Donnell
‘Can you raise your head?’ I ask.
He sits, towelled in green beside the radio
as I
...
THE HAMPSTEAD HEATH TOAD
Dorothy Porter
It was one of those  
beautiful
English summer nights
when levitating ...
THE HARM
Colette Bryce
On the walk to school you have stopped
at the one significant lamppost, just to be sure ...
THE HARRINGTON BREAKWALL
Anthony Lawrence
With a long-finned pike awash in a sealed bucket,
aerated and drugged from the walk, the
...
THE HART CRANE CONNECTION
Anthony Lawrence
1.
There’s a connection I’ve made between
the overcrowded livestock...
THE HATING OF FLOWERS
Claire Potter

...
THE HAUNTS
Jeet Thayil
As starlight, as ash or rain, 
as a smear on the moon,

as a tree, say a
...
THE HEAD OF THE HOUSEHOLD
Ingrid de Kok
is a girl of thirteen
and her children are many.

Left-overs, moulting gulls,
wet
...
THE HEART AND THE MIND
Paul Chidyausiku
I love him with all my heart
But that is where the whole problem lies,
My mind warns
...
THE HERD BOY
Chris Magadza
Thirsty rain from
Red hot cloud
Burning dust
Drinking sand river dry.
...
THE HERMIT
Ali Alizadeh
He stands outside the walls
with a torch. To the courtiers

his light is a novelty;
...
THE HEROIN SESTINA
Jeet Thayil
What was the point of it? The stoned
life, the chased, snorted, shot life. Some low...
THE HEROIN SESTINA
Jeet Thayil
What was the point of it? The stoned
life, the chased, snorted, shot life. Some low...
THE HILL
Joshua Mehigan
On the crowded hill bordering the mill, across the shallow stream, nearer than they
...
THE HISTORY OF FOG
Gerard Smyth
Nothing bothers the man who observes
the weather in Clew Bay,
the squalls, the
...
THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE
John Ashbery
Once upon a time there were two brothers.
Then there was only one: myself.
 ...
THE HITCH
Mehrdad Fallah

...
THE HOLY SHOW
Les Murray
I was a toddler, wet-combed
with my pants buttoned to my shirt
and there were pink and
...
THE HOLY WORDS OF TRISTAN TZARA
Jerome Rothenberg
sad in his world
or in yours
he walks for years beside
the economic lilies...
THE HOPE CHEST
Max Ritvo
When I close my eyes there’s a white key.
But maybe it’s a box, so I can’t
...
THE HOUSE ON THE FRONTIER
Patrick Cullinan
From the Italian of Eugenio Montale




Forget. You have forgotten
that house on
...
THE HOUSE WAS QUIET
Stephen Dunn
The house was quiet and the world vicious,
peopled as it is with those deprived
of this
...
THE HUDSON REMEMBERS
Pascale Petit
From Riverside Drive, I stared at you
until I was in a trance.
And the trance-river was
...
THE HUNGER ARTIST AT HOME
Matthew Sweeney
In the days following my fastings
I sit in my empty cage, the door open,
hearing again
...
THE HUNTER
Ethel Irene Kabwato
He left home
Laden with promises
A new arrival
In a foreign land
A hunter on
...
THE HUT IN QUESTION
David Harsent
And here it is, slap on the co-ordinates,
nothing special of course,
a tar-paper roof (is
...
THE ICE HOTEL
Matthew Sweeney
I’m going back to the ice hotel,
this time under a false name
as I need to stay
...
THE IDEA
Richard Price
I know I can’t mean
as much to you
as you me. I

don’t know. Your ...
THE ILL WIND PROMISES
Ann Cotten
When the oscillator hums, I’ll hold your hand
When they come to get you, I’ll pull you
...
THE ILLUSTRIOUS FORMATIONS OF ABSOLUTE CONTINGENCY
Fiona Hile
Walking in the country you remember how to write fiction.
Pineapple pines string dirty
...
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING CHICKEN
Ester Naomi Perquin
We hebben nu bijna alles geplukt. Naakte vogels liggen ons
blauw aan te glanzen, ook onder
...
THE INCINERATOR
Ali Alizadeh
I.

You, domain of debris and ash;
whose fire constructed your black towers?...
THE INNER EAR
John Burnside
It never switches off; even asleep
We listen in to gravity itself.

Crossing a field
...
THE INSTRUCTION OF CAPTAIN SCOTT
Sarah Howe
See now
            is the
...
THE INTERLUDE
Tim Liardet
What got you there – laid out in a cot, in a diaper –
was the scrum of punched nurses and
...
THE INVISIBLE BIRDS OF CENTRAL AMERICA
Craig Arnold
The bird who creaks like a rusty playground swing the bird who sharpens the
...
THE INVISIBLE GIFT
David Morley
John Clare weaves English words into a nest
and in the cup he stipples rhyme, like mud,...
THE JACKDAWS OF CHAPEL STREET
Michael Coady
the jackdaws of chapel street
don’t care much either way
for weddings, births or
...
THE JOYS OF MATHEMATICS
Peter Boyle
At fifty I will begin my count towards the infinite numbers.

At negative ninety nine I
...
THE JUNTA
Philip Hammial
Wobbles in
on stiletto heels. Rings in
with an ox for the soup. Is in
the
...
THE KIDS
Jen Hadfield
Born too soon,
Monday’s child was unready to be seen;
is destined to be early for
...
THE KINGS ARE OUT
Patrick Galvin
1
In Patrick Street
In Grattan Street
In Ireland Rising Liberty Street
The
...
THE KITCHEN LIGHT
Jill Jones
If the past is correct, it was here she couldn’t move.
They agreed on shadows, let dust slope
...
THE KNIFING
Tatamkhulu Afrika
Black workers pass
me carrying their tools.
I call to them for help:
the stone...
THE KOH-I-NOOR
Anand Thakore
Here, in this tower,
Bound by gold clamps to thin walls of gold,
 
I, who am
...
THE LAKES: COPENHAGEN
Amanda Hammar
Cycling slowly beside the lakes
I stopped    entranced
by the fluid
...
THE LANCASTER HOUSE DRESSING TABLE
Dambudzo Marechera
Sylph or
Harpy;
Madonna or
Whore?
Or perhaps plain Mrs Andy Capp?
I hear
...
THE LARGE THING
Russel Edson
A large thing comes in.
Go out, Large Thing, says someone.
The Large Thing goes out,
...
THE LAST APPLE IN A BOWL OF FRUIT
Mir Mahfuz Ali
Every time I come to the kitchen
you invite me to bite into you
and eat the pulp of
...
THE LAST DAY
Kevin Hart
When the last day comes
A ploughman in Europe will look over his shoulder
And see the
...
THE LAST WAR
Katherine Gallagher
There was only one war, and it was finishing
any day soon. Ears keyed to the wireless,
we
...
THE LATE WORM
Kay Ryan
The worms
which had been
thick are thin
upon the ground
now that it's
...
THE LAUGHTER OF THE SPHINX
Michael Palmer
The laughter of the Sphinx
caused my eyes to bleed

The blood from my eyes...
THE LEAVES ARE FALLING
Ange Mlinko
Here I am saying “The leaves are falling”
—one of those choruses
that vie with
...
THE LEG CROSSER
Andy Quan
Don’t cross your legs like a woman!

A man’s right-angled knee
is what money is made
...
THE LEPER BAND
Stephen Gray
Dead already in their isolation,
Untouchable for their contagion,
The lepers gather in
...
THE LEVERET
Michael Longley
This is your first night in Carrigskeewaun.
The Owennadornaun is so full of rain
You
...
THE LICE PICKER
Nicolette Stasko
A fine tooth comb then
and my fingernails
preserve me a place
on a bench in the
...
THE LIFEBOAT-SHED
Katherine Gallagher
It’s that time, mid-autumn: an oil-base blue sky —
pebbles, rocks, a foothold for seagulls....
THE LIGHT ECHO
Stephen Watson
The wind was high in the tall palm tree, its branches
swaying through the streetlamp’s arc of
...
THE LIGHT MIGRANT
Linda France
If a plant grows towards blueness,
  the light it needs to feed on,...
THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
Derek Walcott
Marley was rocking on the transport's stereo
and the beauty was humming the choruses
...
THE LION
Mona Arshi
How unstable and old he is now.
  Lion, like God, has snacks sent up
 ...
THE LION'S FACE
Glyn Maxwell
MR D

the doctor was my doctor
the doctor was
there was the different doctor...
THE LITTLE DEER
Pascale Petit
Little deer, I’ve stuffed all the world’s diseases inside you.
Your veins are thorns
...
THE LOCK-KEEPER’S DAUGHTER
David Wheatley
Take me away from this terrible place,
very slowly, by barge, rising through
the frothy
...
THE LONELINESS OF SKIN
Antjie Krog
jy laat my voor loop, maar bly self skuins staan
sit jou vingers liggies op my rug sodat...
THE LONG LOW STRUCTURE
Richard Price
the long low structure



the water-meadow an outpost the outpost “choose ...
THE LONG MEADOW
Vijay Seshadri
Near the end of one of the old poems, the son of righteousness,
the source of virtue and
...
THE LONG YEARS
Pam Brown
these are the long years and these years
are the years which pass quickly....
THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD
Cosmas Mairosi
the lord is my shepherd
I shall not want any other leader besides him
(even from his own
...
THE LORDS AND COMMONS OF SUMMER
Ishion Hutchinson
1

I circled half-mad a dead azalea scent that framed
my room; I licked anointed
...
THE LOVING SONG OF R.J. TANGAYA
Sudesh Mishra
Let us be going then, me and Baljit,
When the evening is spreadeagling the sky
Like Mrs
...
THE LURE
Clare Pollard
When you are knackered and cheap food
cramps up your guts with pain,
you’ll hear the
...
THE MAD COW TALKS BACK
Jo Shapcott
I’m not mad. I just seems that way
because I stagger and get a bit irritable....
THE MADNESS OF NEED
Luke Davies
I never knew that nerves were so geodesic;
the straightest line from A to B is North West...
THE MADWOMAN OF CORK
Patrick Galvin
Today
Is the feast day of Saint Anne
Pray for me
I am the madwoman of Cork. ...
THE MAGIC CARPET
Billy Ramsell
Because I am the greatest in his realm
your husband sent for me, left me alone with you in
...
THE MALARKEY
Helen Dunmore
Why did you tell them to be quiet
and sit up straight until you came back?
The malarkey
...
THE MAN
Seitlhamo Motsapi
   


an almost forgotten acquaintance
was in town recently
i
...
THE MAN IS GONE
Mxolisi Nyezwa
   for Seko



a man is defined by ladders,
by walks upstairs, or
...
THE MAN TIRESIAS
Kate Tempest
It came out of nowhere.
All teeth and tussle.
Shouting like huge crowds behind him....
THE MAN WHO RAN AWAY FROM PAIN
Charles Mungoshi
He ran away from home
where, he thought, all pain
began.
He went to another
...
THE MAP
Marianne Boruch
The lines aren't really boundaries, not
the edges of anything, the woman said.
I
...
THE MAPMAKER’S SONG
Peter Sirr
The mapmaker downed his tools.
I’ve caught it, every alley, every street,
every
...
THE MASK NOW
Jorie Graham
Dying, Dad wanted sunscreen. Nonstop. Frantic if withheld. Would say
screen, and we just did
...
THE MATCH DOWN THE PARK
Theo Dorgan
Tom Knott comes bulling out, his shoulder down
bringing weight to bear on the sliothar
...
THE MELTING POT
Pat Boran
Sick in New York, in Chinatown,
I go to a Ukranian doc
who gives me a shot in the arm
...
THE MEMORY OF TIMBER
Jen Hadfield
by want –
as in ‘I want you’ and

‘I want to write’
...
THE MIDDLE TONE
Mimi Khalvati
Just so I spend my life asleep.
Stars, if there are, might shine above
And dust, dust
...
THE MINOTAUR SCHOOL
Jo Bell
We blame the parents for these ash-pale mongrels
hurtling their bones from room to empty
...
THE MIRROR ON THE CEILING
Sinéad Morrissey
I took it down two years ago, but he still comes knocking.
There was too much space in him.
...
THE MISTRESS
Truong Tran
with wages earned on the assembly line he stopped drinking cognac it’s worth drinking only in the
...
THE MONSOON OF RAJA NARCISSUS
Daljit Nagra
all the girls say they love me
all their mums say i’m lovely
ever since i lived in the
...
THE MOON MAN
Les Murray
Shadowy kangaroos moved off
as we drove into the top paddock
coming home from a
...
THE MOONFLOWER TREE
Zehra Nigah
As if in a dream,
I remembered last night,
The tree in a corner of my garden,...
THE MORNINGS YOU TURN INTO A GRUB
Ailbhe Darcy
it begins with the heart.
You lie listening to the thunder
of bin men hoisting garbage
...
THE MOULT
Jen Hadfield
Stay out of the sun:
we can all see you. Stop picking fights
above your weight.
...
THE MOWER
Eugene O'Connell
In the heat of the day he would
Open out the doors of his tractor
So that they would
...
THE MUNUNJALI EXEMPTION MAN
Lionel Fogarty
The Department of Family Services and Abos lied to me.
My grandfather came to Purga at ’bout
...
THE MURDER OF THE GENIE
Ranjit Hoskote

...
THE MURDERER
Luke Kennard
I take the murderer for coffee.
‘Make sure you don’t murder your coffee!’
I joke. He
...
THE MUSCULOSKELETAL CONDITION
Emily Berry
Every time I step outside I bang my soul on an osteopath.
When the phone rings it’s
...
THE MUSE BEWILDERS
Sascha Aurora Akhtar
This evening is a violent riot
of technicolour eyes living
vicarious in I lives, in you
...
THE MUTNABBI STREET BOMBING
Brian Turner
In the moment after the explosion, an old man
staggers through the cloud of dust and debris,
...
THE MYSTERIOUS LIVES OF THE STARS
Sam Riviere
I want something what is it
those little boobies from 1964
in the Willy Ronis
...
THE NARCISSUS FLOWER
Rita Dove
I remember my foot in its frivolous slipper,
A frightened bird… not the earth
...
THE NESTS
Maurice Riordan
You ask again about the nests – the wren’s
hung in the ivy above the broken pier, ...
THE NEW AESTHETIC
Jill Jones
You’ve heard this story before –
becoming unravelled in Europe
or assaulted in some
...
THE NEW NATION
Amanda Hammar
For this our blood spilled
on lichen-grizzled rocks.
Iron-scented tracings
freshly
...
THE NEW OPTIMISM
Dean Young
The recital of the new optimism
was oft interrupted, rudeness
in the ramparts, an injured
...
THE NEXT LEVEL OF PORNOGRAPHY IS TAKING THE PHOTO SO YOU’RE LOOKING AT YOUR OWN BODY
Nadine Botha
The twilight
said the freckled piano teacher,
penist teacher I said today it should be
...
THE NEXT POEM
Dennis O’Driscoll
My next poem is quite short and it’s about something most of you will recognise. It came out of an
...
THE NEXT SUPERPOWER
Ali Alizadeh
On the much-publicised full moon
festive youths and families gorge

on overpriced
...
THE NIGHT BEFORE YOUR RETURN
Jill Jones
The night is kind tonight,
the sky is purple,
clouds are orange,
and planes fly away
to
...
THE NIGHT WE LOST CHARLES BUKOWSKI’S VOICE
Samuel Wagan Watson
It was a dark and stormy night of clichés! The rain coming down, drowning the shadows, and my
...
THE OBSCENITY PRAYER
Mary Karr
Our falter, whose art is Heavy,
Halloween be thy name.
Your kingdom’s numb...
THE OLD MASTERS
Maura Dooley
You’ll know the photograph,
legs dangling from girders,
spik, polak, yid, paddy,
...
THE OLD SCHOOL
Tari Mtetwa
In the old country school
under the cool of the tree
I scribbled
on the dust’s
...
THE OLD SECOND DIVISION
Bernard O’Donoghue
Before the days of Flymos, to cut the sloping lawn
above the lake in the sixties
...
THE ORNITHOLOGIST'S DAUGHTER
Togara Muzanenhamo
She held papers to the conceptual republic and stood at the check-in desk with no luggage, just her
...
THE OWL
Wendy Videlock
Beneath her nest,
a shrew’s head,
a finch’s beak
and the bones
of a quail
...
THE OWL OF LASCAUX
Fiona Hile
I imagine you chopping the heads off eel
catfish blossoming from the underside of fir...
THE PANTHER
Clare Pollard
Frayed now, tongue-worn, the legend tells
that my parents — young and expecting me — ...
THE PARTY
Chris Magadza
The lights are low;
The stereo booms
Throaty challenging
Evocative Zulu rhythms....
THE PARTY BAZAAR
Sinéad Morrissey
Ingrid in her shawl’s been here since nine,
burdening the tables on loan
from the
...
THE PASSAGE OF TIME IN A TEASHOP
Panchali Mukherji
Another smoky afternoon
With darkened eyes in corner rooms
Predictably, you and I ...
THE PAST
Jackie Kay
The girl I was is out at sea.
Isn’t that funny? She just walks
further and further
...
THE PATTERN
Michael Longley
Thirty-six years, to the day, after our wedding
When a cold figure-revealing wind blew
...
THE PEACOCK’S TALE
Trevor Joyce
The costume of the people is so wretched, that, to a one who has not practiced such visitations, it
...
THE PEAR
Jane Hirshfield
November. One pear
sways on the tree past leaves, past reason.
In the nursing home, my
...
THE PERFECT LIFE
John Koethe
I have a perfect life. It isn’t much,
But it's enough for me. It keeps me alive...
THE PHANTOM DIVISION
Jill Jones
They're restructuring reality again
but you have to sit and wait your turn
the transfers
...
THE PHILISTINE SMITTEN
Julian Talamantez Brolaski
Bien sur j’arrive
I take this carrison teemly
Et tomber—ort—there was
...
THE PHOENIX
Ruth Padel
Her once-red head locked
In a tank of steam.
       
...
THE PINE MARTEN
David Wheatley
There is blood on the snow
and a trickle of rowan berry juice

on his bib where
...
THE PINES
Anthony Lawrence
The pines are dark, with a bleed of sea mist coming through
the brush-worked texture of the
...
THE PLINKY-BOAT
Jen Hadfield
Something near to true
night-darkness. The children
are playing the Plinky-Boat
...
THE PLUMBING COUNCIL
Dave Lordan
I applied to The Plumbing Council for funding for a Plumber’s Wank.

A couple
...
THE POETRY LADDER
Chris McCabe
I couldn’t get on, someone had gobbed
on each rung so there was no image-traction.
...
THE POET’S FAILURE
Mxolisi Nyezwa
we had words in us that we never said.
we could stand in these waterless alleys
and march
...
THE POET’S IVY
Jean Bleakney

...
THE POINT
Tom Petsinis
Thirteen, a world away from primary school,
I struggled with the notion of a point:
An
...
THE POLISH IMMIGRANT
Peter Skrzynecki
He has grown tired
of the clichéd
pronunciation of his name—
countering
the
...
THE POOL
Togara Muzanenhamo
1 The splashes were throngs of panic, accompanied by pleas of help – that
night when all calm
...
THE PORCUPINE
Paul Chidyausiku
We are not swift-footed,
The gift bestowed on our fellow animal beings.
The rabbit and
...
THE PORTRAIT
Mary O'Malley
I wasn’t always like this. I learned
composure the hard way. These were not colours
I
...
THE POSEIDONIANS
Keki Daruwalla

...
THE POSSIBILITY THAT HAS BEEN OVERLOOKED IS THE FUTURE
Michael Hartnett
I look along the valley of my gun.
An otter examines the air,
silver in the sun. ...
THE PRAYER-JAR
Pat Boran
At the bottom of the prayer-jar
was a layer of quiet
so thin it could be missed, ...
THE PRE-RAPHAELITES
Jane Yeh
‘What do you mean by beauty?’ In the Grosvenor Gallery
In our
...
THE PRESENT
Eleanor Hooker
I went inside a clock. My dæmon
unlocked the back, told me to take
my time as he
...
THE PRESENT WRITER
Nick Laird
A kitchen moon. The ocean night.

By the sink the purest thing
 
that
...
THE PRIDE OF LIFE
John F. Deane
McGarvey and I were young and male and speaking
of the concupiscence of eyes, of flesh, ...
THE PRISONERS OF THE TOWER
Patrick Galvin
I can see them now
Prisoners of the tower
Their faces blind
From centuries of
...
THE PRIZE
John Siddique
Now I am blind
I see you.

Now I am deaf
I can hear your love.

Now
...
THE PROBLEM FOR LAZARUS IS: HE'S NEVER QUITE
Noel Rowe
The problem for Lazarus is: he’s never quite
come back. He can cook a proper meal, he can eat
...
THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING COLOR
Robert Hass
If I said – remembering in summer,
The cardinal’s sudden smudge of red
In the bare gray
...
THE PROBLEM OF DESCRIBING TREES
Robert Hass
The aspen glitters in the wind
And that delights us.

The leaf flutters, turning,
...
THE PROCEDURE
Jon Stone
Look up from your blueprints,
squint into the night.
Make out a mountain of ice....
THE PROFESSOR
Joshua Mehigan
I get there early and I find a chair. I squeeze my plastic cup of wine. I nod. I
...
THE PSYCOPATHOLOGY OF EVERYDAY LIFE
Gerry Murphy
The old woman,
so small, that when I held
the stop door open for her,
she passed
...
THE QUIET REBELLION OF PAPER
Jerry Pinto
See here on this maculate page
A poem struggled for breath,
Spat black blood and died....
THE RAILWAY CHILDREN
Seamus Heaney
When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
We were eye-level with the white cups
Of the
...
THE RAIN
Anthony Lawrence
Rain, and driving thoughts of rain, miles
and hours of it, inches and yards of light...
THE RAREST THYME
Thomas McCarthy
For you I would have built a herb-garden,
Not a pathetic patch for mint and chives
...
THE RAVEN MASTER
Pauline Stainer
Young ravens
in the White Tower,
cross-lit, conspirational.

He is teaching
...
THE READING LESSON
Richard Murphy
Fourteen years old, learning the alphabet,
He finds letters harder to catch than hares ...
THE REAPPEARED
Vijay Seshadri
Long after we stopped remembering, word of him
drifts back from the coast
to let us know
...
THE RED GUM
Martin Harrison
A camera could catch it.  Or a video.  A painter can’t.    
...
THE REDUCTION
Togara Muzanenhamo
Across the service road, block-faced tractors carve fields
into narrow ridged lanes. Dust
...
THE RELICS
Sharon Olds
1. BRETT RETURNS MY MOTHER TO THE WILDERNESS

I slipped them into my friend’s
...
THE RETURN
Chris Magadza
. . . and so
On that misty morning
After a night that thundered,
Smashing the
...
THE RETURN
John Forbes
I often dream about the ocean...
THE RETURN
Robert Berold
the gods return
we hear them
unpacking on the stairs

the ones who came from...
THE RETURNEES
Joyce Chigiya
Early December sees parts of South Africa
homing, relocating northwards to Zimbabwe...
THE REVENGER'S TRAGEDY
Jane Yeh
You don’t return my calls. In a month of missing days
Everything thwarts me, even the
...
THE RIDE
Crossing Borders poets
A relay of notes in untidy piles
is played back to front
the partially displaced
...
THE RIGHT PLACE
Michael Laskey
You’ve fetched a duvet and laid it
lightly over the shoulders
of someone beside you who’s
...
THE RIGHT WORDS
Kathryn Daszkiewicz
After months in the far north
they return, like snow buntings,
in a blizzard of wings. I
...
THE RIVER
Kevin Hart
There is a radiance inside the winter woods...
THE RIVER
Robert Adamson
A step taken, and all the world’s before me.
The night’s so clear

stars hang in the low
...
THE ROAD IN IS NOT THE SAME ROAD OUT
Karen Solie
The perspective is unfamiliar.
We hadn’t looked back going in,
and lingered too
...
THE ROOM
Kevin Hart
It is my house, and yet one room is locked.
The dark has taken root on all four walls.
It
...
THE ROOM
Vivian Smith
She got on so much better with the dead.
They understood her needs, and she, theirs.
She knew
...
THE ROOM
Mario Petrucci
This hospital has a room

for weeping. It has no crèche.
No canteen. No washroom
...
THE ROOM AS MEDITATION. SO THEN:
Noel Rowe
The room as meditation. So then:
at its centre a bed with a body on it,
my portion of
...
THE RORSCHACH TESTS
Helen Mort
I

Tonight we’re judged by what we fathom
in the unstoked embers of an open fire....
THE ROSE WINDOW
John F. Deane
A sparrow flew, as if a hawk were in pursuit,
into the sanctuary of our seminary chapel; ...
THE ROSE WITH MARIGOLD BLOOMS
Phillip Zhuwao
Come
To see my grave I've lived on talk
Future is my death, my image
I've not died
...
THE ROTTEN FRUIT
Phillip Zhuwao
When was it?
When hunger's question pleaded,
‘Can I?’

When was it?
When
...
THE ROWBOAT
Paul Muldoon
I

Every year he’d sunk
the old, clinker-built rowboat
so it might again
...
THE ROWERS
Sudesh Mishra
Inclement weather. We’re rowing between two rocks
For a third which is palpable yet
...
THE RUMOUR OF MARTIN SMID
Louis Armand
Mouths full of smoke
in a tavern on Gottwald embankment.
The future, so said, isn’t what
...
THE SALT CRESTS COME WITH AMBER
John Ennis
Yes, through dry and ever hollied
dunes, pale granite sands, I have known
the salt crests
...
THE SAME LAZY DAY, LATER
Charles Mungoshi
And with the night
come my unfailing companions
the wind and the rain:
walking
...
THE SAME QUESTIONS
Arundhathi Subramaniam
Again and again the same questions, my love,
those that confront us
and vex nations, ...
THE SEAL CATCHER
Maung Chaw Nwe

...
THE SEASON OF FIRE
Michael D. Higgins
It was from those barren
moments
that the cloth is woven
of a black suit
of
...
THE SEASONS
Chris Magadza
It is not time to go
But we have said goodbye;
It is not time to cry
But the
...
THE SECOND DEATH
Laura Kasischke
So like the slow moss encroaching, this
dark anxiety. In the bricks
by now
and
...
THE SECOND FORTUNE
Theo Dorgan
Between what is and what is not
we walked, the Huntress loosed a shot.

Before and
...
THE SECOND SEX
Michael Robbins
After the first sex, there is no other. I stick my gender in a blender and click send.
...
THE SEER
Averill Curdy

...
THE SELF-PLAYING INSTRUMENT OF WATER
Alice Oswald
It is the story of the falling rain
To turn into a leaf and fall again
 
It
...
THE SELVAGE
Linda Gregerson
1

So door to door among the shotgun
shacks in Cullowhee and Waynesville in...
THE SEPARABLE SOUL
Elisabeth Bletsoe

...
THE SHADOW HOME
Matthew Sweeney
As his daughter watches from the doorway
she can’t realise how exactly
she has got him
...
THE SHADOW OWNER'S COMPANION
Eleanor Hooker
Solitary. She’s been around for so long now, we simply
co-exist. I know she’s
...
THE SHAVE
WN Herbert
How to re-enter the nineteenth century
with its better class of axe murderer,
its
...
THE SHORTEST NIGHT
Yusef Komunyakaa
I went into the forest searching
for fire inside pleading wood,
but I can’t say for how
...
THE SHOWER SCENE
Jane Draycott
Right now the casement’s open to the night
and any creature with a spark of life
could
...
THE SICKLE
WN Herbert
The second day my hand still trembled from
the sickle. We see it now as attribute,...
THE SILO
John Kinsella
Visitors, as if they knew, never remarked
on the old silo with its rammed earth walls...
THE SITTING
Medbh McGuckian
My half-sister comes to me to be painted:
She is posing furtively, like a letter being...
THE SIXTH YEAR
Charles Mungoshi
She’ll be coming in now
in a few minutes
out of the cold.
Warming the bed
I
...
THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Vona Groarke
Some gap in the sidings, a man too few
at the turn into the pens, and they were out, ...
THE SLEEPING CAR
Anthony Lawrence
Bombed on sedatives for the first time
since Mogadon and other synthetic spells...
THE SLEEPING FOOL
Suniti Namjoshi
The dreamer absconds with his dream,
props his stone bride beside a stream,
where he
...
THE SLING OF TWO ARMS
Ken Babstock
I held her not well, didn’t...
THE SNAKE
Matthew Sweeney
He posted her a snake instructed not to bite her.
It came in a long cardboard tube, pricked
...
THE SNOW DOME
Paul Henry
First sun, then snow . . . my father floats up the lane
in white jeans, a white rose in his
...
THE SNOW GETS IT
Richard Price
The snow gets it, last place to go.
Colour on it, just so you know.

Nothing
...
THE SNOWY OWL
Matthew Sweeney
Over the heads of the firing squad
flew a snowy owl, who oohooed twice
just before they
...
THE SO-CALLED SINGER OF NAB
Sarah Lindsay
They have left behind the established cave
with its well-worn floor. Scholarship impels
...
THE SODA DRINK IN SOUTH AFRICA
Michael Cope
The can of American
...
THE SORROW GARDEN
Thomas McCarthy
I. HOLE, SNOW

It is an image of irreversible loss,
This hole in my father’s grave
...
THE SOUNDSCAPE OF LIFE IS CHARRED BY TINY BONFIRES
Max Ritvo
Two bedtimes ago, through my window,
I heard a cat get eaten.

As the cat split,
...
THE SOURCE
Maura Dooley
It is the breaking of the waters that begins it all.

On the Somerset Levels in early
...
THE SPIDER
Kathleen Jamie
When I appear to you
by dark, descended
not from heaven, but the lowest...
THE SPONGE
Jennifer Maiden
            Radiator.
the warmth stretched her
...
THE SSSSNAKE HOTEL
Brian Moses
An Indian python will welcome you
to the Ssssnake hotel.
As he finds your keys he’ll
...
THE STAIN
Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch
Come to think of it, in a certain light
it looked ochre, all down the staircase,
marking
...
THE STINKING MANTRA
Michelle Cahill
I lay her under a camellia bush by the stone Buddha,
where a cherry blossom scattered its
...
THE STORM-STRUCK TREE
Jessica Greenbaum
As the storm-struck oak leaned closer to the house –
The remaining six-story
...
THE STRAIT-JACKETS
Pascale Petit
I lay the suitcase on Father’s bed
and unzip it slowly, gently.
Inside, packed in cloth
...
THE STRANGE FAMILIAR SIGHT: 11
Kristina Rungano
On the horizon the English sun rises
How it strains to control the world
Its yellow light
...
THE STYLIST
Mary O’Donoghue
I asked for a headful of sonnets
(Petrarchan) from scalp to split end.
Short-haired
...
THE SUBMERGED CATHEDRAL
Laurie Duggan
Pain won’t last, neither will beauty;
once everything is registered as atmosphere
only
...
THE SUN IS SETTING
Cosmas Mairosi
The sun is setting
My crop is not yet harvested
My cattle are not yet home
My
...
THE SWAN’S WIFE
Aamer Hussein
1.

Sometimes, when I walk by the water alone and look at the swans, I remember the
...
THE SWEATMARK
Matthew Sweeney
The sweatmark on his teeshirt that day
made a map of Ireland, not the map
you’d see in a
...
THE TALE OF ME
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
The child’s teeth click against the marble.
Her ear is crushed cold against the slab, ...
THE TAMARIND TREE
E.V. Ramakrishnan
You are the nearest we ever had
to a native manifesto.

An annual convention of
...
THE TEXAN
Togara Muzanenhamo
From Weeks Field the sun hangs uncertain, the air sharpened by the curse of razored winds
...
THE THIN LINE
Ryuichi Tamura

...
THE THING ABOUT JOE SULLIVAN
Roy Fisher
The pianist Joe Sullivan,
jamming sound against idea
 
hard as it can go...
THE THUNDERSTONE
Anthony Joseph
          She called them Thunderstones because they
...
THE TIDAL WAVE (A DREAM)
Adam Aitken
The report reminds you
how you have to leave town, your boats and dogs

you watch the
...
THE TOLLUND MAN
Seamus Heaney
I

Some day I will go to Aarhus
To see his peat-brown head,
The mild pods
...
THE TOLLUND MAN IN SPRINGTIME
Seamus Heaney
1.
 
Into your virtual city I’ll have passed
Unregistered by scans,
...
THE TOUCH OF HIM
Leanne O’Sullivan
At dawn, I lie on my side, beside him,
feel his fingers stir on me again like blessing,
then
...
THE TRAIN WAS OVERBOOKED
Freedom T.V. Nyamubaya
From Beira to Salisbury
Some say it was full
Others say it wasn’t
But the train
...
THE TRAITOR
Ali Alizadeh
We wept and cleared the land
of their barbwires and bombs.

Their calloused
...
THE TREE
David Brooks
I go out to see Chloe, for the first time in ages,
and find her pacing the driveway,...
THE TREE
Daljit Nagra
The tree my father grew
from his garden I take an axe

and branch by branch
I
...
THE TREE THAT WALKS
Mandy Coe
The tree that walks sways along the dusty road, 
bringing its
...
THE TROUT
John Montague
Flat on the bank I parted
Rushes to ease my hands
In the water without a ripple ...
THE TRUMPET TEACHER’S CURSE
Kim Moore
A curse on the children who tap the mouthpiece
with the heel of their hand to make a popping
...
THE TURNIP-SNEDDER
Seamus Heaney
In an age of bare hands
and cast iron,
 
the clamp-on meat-mincer,
the
...
THE TV THEN SPOKE OF A PLAGUE AFFLICTING THE MACHINES
Max Ritvo
A lavender fog breeds with our children.
Our girls are dying on the roadsides,
their
...
THE TWO MOTHERS
Adam Aitken
The one who cares
is the one you abandon
to the slow germination
of village
...
THE TWO RAVENS
Clare Pollard
As I walked down a street alone,
I heard two ravens make a plan,
one bird unto the other
...
THE TWO THOUSANDS
Jeet Thayil
In the end it took so little to do us in:
the imaginative use of fuel,
the fuzzy
...
THE ULSTER WAY
Alan Gillis
This is not about burns or hedges.
There will be no gorse. You will not
notice the
...
THE UNEXAMINED LIFE
Michael Laskey
I didn’t look at the carcass
stretched on the road by my gate
any more than I had to to
...
THE UNGRATEFUL IMMIGRANT
Ouyang Yu
                   
...
THE UNIVERSAL MYSTIQUE OF NOT-WRITING
Sascha Aurora Akhtar
I am not a stylish hand
You are not red-clover tea
I am a basker waiting for sharks...
THE UNKNOWABLE
Peter Boyle
Who had children. Who died.
Who found himself lucky after thirty years
and stumbling
...
THE UNSEIZABLE ELEGY
Erín Moure
In intimacy much bigger than our destiny in time,
we part yet in kisses
perhaps bound in
...
THE UNWRITTEN SEQUENCE
E.V. Ramakrishnan
Reader, this is the story of a sequence
I very much wanted to write:

An unwed
...
THE VERMONT NOTEBOOK
John Ashbery

...
THE VICTIM OF AULIS
Dannie Abse
A multitude of masts in the harbour.
The sails limp in the air, becalmed.
The tired sea
...
THE VIEW
Mark Strand
This is the place. The chairs are white. The table shines.
The person sitting there stares at
...
THE VIEW FROM CHINCHPOKLI
Dilip Chitre
A fouled Sun rises from behind the textile mills
As I crawl out of my nightmares and hobble...
THE VIEW FROM HEAVEN
James Harpur
I have quick wings to fly you to the heavens
And when your nimble mind has put them on ...
THE VIOLIN-MAKER
Michael Cope
Joey Finkl calls himself the last anarchist in town.
He’s been here over fifty years, making
...
THE VISITOR
Idra Novey
Does no dishes, dribbles sauce
across the floor. Is more dragon
than spaniel, more
...
THE WALL
Neil Rollinson
It was a day like any other
when they came for us.
This was the world we knew, ...
THE WALL
Laura Kasischke
One night from the other side
of a motel wall made of nothing but
sawdust and pink
...
THE WANDERER
Ouyang Yu
you have walked for a long time in the territory of the heart
hovering around the edge and
...
THE WAR WAS OVER
Nazand Begikhani
Christmas day
I arrived at my mother’s house
with my four year old son
that was
...
THE WASP AND THE ORCHID
Ian Pindar
Hiding its one
terrible testicle
underground it rises
Venus-like, immodest ...
THE WATCHER IN THE SQUARE
James Fenton
I wake in the night with a start.
A log settles in the grate
And what was that?
A
...
THE WATER-HALT
Tim Liardet
The sshsshssh, the chambery smell of the dark
were borne from room to room by the Chapel
...
THE WAVE
Chris Magadza
See yon wave
Come to shore.

It rises from the bowels
Of the sleeping oceans...
THE WAY WE FED
Chenjerai Hove
There in the village
roof tops smoke nimbly
like grannies puffing weakly
through resigning
...
THE WAY WE TALK
Cecil Helman
The way we talk on the telephone. Yes, the liquid flow of her melodious voice. So special. Warm and
...
THE WAY WE WERE MADE
Marcus Wicker
But you made every
delicate, elegant wrist
& glistening ankle.
But you made
...
THE WEASEL
Jacob Polley
That’s the way the money goes . . . Trad.


Up and down the London
...
THE WHEEL BRACE
Togara Muzanenhamo
Both men spat red dirt, the tractors’ engines echoing off cypress
windbreaks smudged
...
THE WHITE PLACE
Patrick McGuinness
One afternoon we watched a programme on near-death
experiences: a woman tunnelled back
...
THE WIDOW
John Glenday
In the house where the smoke slides down the lum,
She watches the clock compact its tensing
...
THE WIND CHIME
Stephen Watson
There was never any door to it, except by chance
some noon. You look up, glance into a kitchen
...
THE WISH
Karen McCarthy Woolf
spreads its branches so twigs scratch
third floor windows, pushes through cracked
glass
...
THE WISHING TREE
Kathleen Jamie
I stand neither in the wilderness
nor fairyland

but in the fold
of a green
...
THE WITCHES
Vicki Feaver
My sister’s screams
brought Mummy running: 
Did you push her?
They
...
THE WITCH’S DANCE
Ethel Irene Kabwato
We walked on
Through the dust
The wind enclosing us
Our vision clouded with dust...
THE WITNESSES
Martin Harrison
At first I think that they are someone else,
the blond woman and her fair-haired daughter -...
THE WOMAN
Kristina Rungano
A minute ago I came from the well
Where young women drew water like myself
My body was weary
...
THE WOMAN WITH A TUMOR IN HER NECK
Wendy Videlock
has a moth in her palm,
a river on her tongue,
a scalpel in her boat,
a lump in her
...
THE WORD
Kevin Hart
Say wood and everything is clean again.
The word is all around you, like the night,
...
THE WORD
Zaffar Kunial
I couldn’t tell you now what possessed me
to shut summer out and stay in my room....
THE WORD FOR SNOW
Helen Mort
The Inuit have twenty-two words
for snow, I told him, but he didn’t want to hear,
didn’t
...
THE WORD IS A BIRD
Comrade Fatso
Some say silence is golden
But silence is shit
’Cause words can hit
But they can
...
THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION
Robert Hass
When I was a child my father every morning –
Some mornings, for a time, when I was ten or so,
...
THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
Maura Dooley
To break and lift a frozen pane

and see my city made strange,
now, in these warming
...
THE WRONG SIDE OF TOWN
Aidan Murphy
It was the wrong side of town for pedestrians.

Classic motors took up every inch of
...
THE YEAR OF THE FOXES
David Malouf
When I was ten my mother, having sold
her old fox-fur (a ginger red bone-jawed
Magda
...
THEATRE
Remco Campert
Ik neem je mee
achter het toneel
waar de spelers kontknijpen
kaarten...
THEBE
Hester Knibbe
     *

Aan het spit draait het lam, poten
gebonden, kop nog
...
THEIR DAUGHTERS
Meena Kandasamy
Paracetamol legends I know
For rising fevers, as pain relievers –

Of my people –
...
THEIR LIPS MOVE
Landa Wo
Their lips move softly
To let escape a choked complaint
Their lips move gently
To
...
THEMA
Elke Erb
werkeln: Da bist du die Dinge. Raub.
Nimm dich in acht, sonst fährt dein Auge
mit
...
THEOLOGIE VAN DE STOEL
Joost Baars
omdat de stoel niet samenvalt met de naam van de stoel

omdat de naam van de stoel
...
THERE ARE BIRDS HERE
Jamaal May
There are birds here,
so many birds here
is what I was trying to say
when they
...
THERE ARE STILL STARS IN THE FAILING SKY
Joseph Horgan
My best kisses were there.
I hope you kept them.
I don’t get up that early any
...
THERE IS A BABY...
Ye Mimi
My lips are shaking like a shrimp
Days are morning green
Ants are not only Jane’s...
THERE IS NO WORD
Tony Hoagland
There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery store
with a gallon jug of milk in a
...
THERE'S NOTHING MORE
Wendy Videlock
There’s nothing more
erotic than

one      red
...
THERE’S A DISSIDENT IN THE ELECTION SOUP!
Dambudzo Marechera
I have no ear for slogans
You may as well shut up your arse
I run when it’s I LOVE YOU
...
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Samuel Wagan Watson
It’s the Lucky Country’s closet; a dark interior with frontier skeletons. Whirly-winds run rampant,
...
THEY
J.S. Harry
They use a pronoun called I
all the time. It seems to hop around
with them.
But you can’t
...
THEY ARE COMING
Chris Mlalazi
Gogo watches timorous
through a rent in her curtain
as the kids boil down the street....
THEY NAMED ME KING BILLY
Lisa Bellear
Hated wearin’ shoes, makes no sense and
all these other skins and a gentleman’s
hat. For a
...
THEY’LL SAY: ‘SHE MUST BE FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY’
Imtiaz Dharker
When I can’t comprehend
why they’re burning books
or slashing paintings,
when
...
THIAR
Simon Ó Faoláin
An chúinne seo den bhaile fearainn
Mar nach bhfuil na páirceanna néata,
...
THINGS CHANGE
Mxolisi Nyezwa
      for Malope



at least then, it won’t be like
...
THINGS KEEP SORTING THEMSELVES.
Jane Hirshfield
Does the butterfat know it is butterfat,
milk know it’s milk?
No.
Something
...
THINK ABOUT IT
Maria Jastrzębska
How do you think
I got here? Blown in
on a yellowing leaf? Do you think

we
...
THINK WHAT WE MIGHT HAVE . . .
Eleanor Wilner
Today, Pompeii—on view: the ultimate interruption,
permission to blame nature for the
...
THINKING ABOUT UNAMUNO’S SAN MANUEL BUENO, MÁRTIR
Eleanor Wilner
               San
...
THINKING OF MY MOTHER ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER DEATH
Katherine Gallagher
I search her face across a hemisphere,
embark on one more journey:

Will you
...
THIRD ELEGY
Michael Palmer
The clock is a fiction, dear Sister,
yet we live within it,
Sister, its arms are
...
THIRTY GOING
Natalie Shapero
on seventeen, I come from hearty straw.
My grandpa wore a gallon
hat. My grandma, like
...
THIS BE THE PUKKA VERSE
Daljit Nagra
Ah the Raj! Our mother-incarnate
Victoria Imperatrix rules the sceptred
sphere – she
...
THIS CENTURY, THE NEXT, THE LAST
Sinéad Morrissey
My husband requests a sky burial
he wishes to be
as carrion sequestered by leopards...
THIS DARKNESS
Mehrdad Fallah

...
THIS ECONOMY
John Ashbery
In all my years as a pedestrian
serving juice to guests, it never occurred to me...
THIS FIRE
Alice Notley
No one loves you more . . . more . . . more . . .    
There were sincere lies everywhere
...
THIS IS ALL
Pam Brown
this is all I will bring to you
from the deep humidity here
where everything about this
...
THIS IS IT
Abol Froushan
This is it this is it this is it
This it is this it is this it is this
No keys but
...
THIS IS NO STOCKADE
John Kinsella
This is no stockade
to keep them out;
this is no stockade
to take the brunt;...
THIS IS THE LATEST
Ange Mlinko
Lobster in the bathtub. Christmas Eve.
Scrub the tub first. Hand off cleanser.
Rinse
...
THIS IS THE POEM IN WHICH I HAVE NOT LEFT YOU
Julia Copus
This is the poem in which I have not left you.
The doors of the Green Dragon are not bolted...
THIS IS WHERE IT BEGINS
Merlinda Bobis
Digde ini nagpopoon. Anum na taon ako, siguro lima.
Si Lola nag-iistorya manongod sa
...
THIS MORNING NIGGER
Phillip Zhuwao
The days have been like this
these past 4 days

I've been trying to sell
my 2
...
THIS MORNING,
Jane Yeh
The romance of the world washed over me.
My heart swelled with positive feelings, not
...
THIS PAGE INSISTS THAT I EXPLAIN MYSELF
Peter Porter
This page insists that I explain myself

my poems are over-structured, I am told
but
...
THIS ROOM
John Ashbery
The room I entered was a dream of this room.
Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine....
THIS SNOW
Mehrdad Fallah

...
THIS THING
Ali Alizadeh
How to begin to define it
this momentous thing

between us? A monosyllable...
THIS TO SAY: SONNET
Maurice Scully
[drums]


I have taken
the stones
that were on
the rice
...
THIS WAY OUT
Rui Pires Cabral
Mas há uma saída? Imagina
na insónia as florestas que crescem
a essas horas noutras
...
THOMAS MERTON TEACHES HAPPINESS
Noel Rowe
Thomas Merton teaches happiness
is found by those who know the fullness
in (not of) time,
...
THOU SHALT WANT WANT WANT
Jen Hadfield
It is in heaven as it is on thy neighbour’s deck,
a plume-tailed cat, a noodle-legged tin
...
THOUGHTS INSIDE A HEAD INSIDE A KENNEL INSIDE A CHURCH
Caroline Bird
I had become increasingly suspicious of those around me
especially after an attempt was made
...
THOUGHTS YOU WOULD BE EMBARRASSED BY #1
John Siddique
Some people really want the world
to be a beautiful place,
they make consistent
...
THREE BLACK ORANGES
Claire Potter
Snow tracks filled with nightfall, strange
how ice so quickly erodes
leather soles,
...
THREE LOVE POEMS: LIGHT
Miriam Wei Wei Lo
Let us hold each other tightly
knowing this light that we stand in
is a slow burning...
THREE LOVE POEMS: SAND
Miriam Wei Wei Lo
The sound
of one grain of sand
falling softly

upon another
is the
...
THREE LOVE POEMS: WATER
Miriam Wei Wei Lo
The certainty of water
is that it slips through the fingers

so

let us
...
THREE PERSONS
Fanny Howe
The fields are infertile
as far as I can tell.
Their winter systems
sparkle like
...
THREE POEMS FROM DARK RETREAT
Kevin Hart
Dark One, it is the summer now: the evenings feel
Beneath my shirt, and it is
...
THREE POEMS FROM 'IN THE FACE OF WAR: POEMS ON PHOTOGRAPHS'
George Szirtes
Petersen: Kleichen and a Man

I have seen eternity and it is like this,
a man and
...
THREE SEVENS
Michelle O'Sullivan
East

Late spring in Malmö in our rain-tattered lives.
Yellows and blues
...
THREE SONNETS
Alan Wearne
(i)

how, after those months, we met again (remember?).
I called, must have been mad
...
THREE TREES
Paul Henry

...
THRIMILCE – ISBISTER
Jen Hadfield

...
THROUGH THE SQUARE WINDOW
Sinéad Morrissey
In my dream the dead have arrived
to wash the windows of my house.
There are no blinds
...
THROW SALT
Samuel Wagan Watson
Our Elders are well-acquainted with the Unlucky,
And they acknowledge Death by his sign,...
THUISKOMST
Bernard Dewulf
Ik heb je lief, al kan ik het niet weten.
Ik bedenk het als je thuiskomt van een dag
in
...
THURSDAY AT LAVIGNY
Blessing Musariri
Hugh goes down the garden to a secret place.
Me, in the noon sunshine, drinking wine, pale
...
TICKET
Geet Chaturvedi

...
TIDSFÖRDRIF
Lars Gustafsson
Tidskriften var tegelgul och snabbt läst.
Den var den billigaste i Brukshandeln...
TIEMPO DEFINIDO
Maruja Vieira
Está bien que la vida
de vez en cuando
nos despoje de todo.

En la oscuridad
...
TIEMPOS
Giovanny Gómez
Hablo de los días y las noches
del trepidar de calles
del sol que perjura en sus
...
TIEN GEDICHTEN VAN DE EENZAAMHEID VII
Hugues C. Pernath
Ik behoor niet meer maar beheers het beven
Brandend en kinds, slapeloos in vroeger
In
...
TIEN GEDICHTEN VAN DE EENZAAMHEID VIII
Hugues C. Pernath
Ik verbleef in de koude gangen van komen en gaan
In de grenzeloze ontzetting van klamme
...
TIERRA DE NADIE
Juan Manuel Roca
Nadie
Pinta un pájaro donde hubo tigre.
Su rugido borra el silbo. Traza un árbol...
TIGER IN WAITING
Kathryn Daszkiewicz
Then, for all I knew, feng shui
might have gone well with noodles.
Our room faced north.
...
TIJD
Rutger Kopland
Tijd – het is vreemd, het is vreemd mooi ook
nooit te zullen weten wat het is

en
...
TIJD EN PLAATS
Alfred Schaffer
‘Dus het is waar?’ Een kleine auto hobbelt over een landweg,
een trillend middelpunt, vanuit een
...
TIJDELIJKE HALTE
Erik Lindner
1.      Is dit een stad? Huizen en trams
raken los van elkaar de
...
TIME
A. B. Jackson
Heals all, the armchair prophets say,
as one rainbow resolves The Flood.
So blood
...
TIME
Nguyễn Tiên Hoàng
Pure intention, like a hawk
Holds itself – winds sharpen the tip of its beak – does
...
TIME AND MATERIALS
Robert Hass
1
To make layers,
As if they were a steadiness of days:

It snowed; I did
...
TIME ON THEIR HANDS
Chris Edwards
Codswallop as we know it was first invented by simple people
with time on their hands to pass
...
TIME TO MOVE ON
Chirikure Chirikure
Sitting in the white wintry sun
Watching birds winging in total peace
The mind switches
...
TIMOTEI SJAMPOE
Gert Vlok Nel
wat het gebeur my pragtig daai
desembermaand toe ons geleef het soos jet
setters in
...
TINGEN
Lennart Sjögren
Bäst var det vid gränsen nära gryningen
den som blir synlig efter
...
TINNITUS
John McAuliffe
My father’s tinnitus is like the hiss off a water cooler,
only louder. And it
...
TIRI PANO (PAPORTA FARM)
Chirikure Chirikure
Pakuvata, manheru, tinongoti, “Ave mangwana”,
Ichokwadi, hazvina njere kuti: “Muvate
...
TIZIANS NEUE ZIMMER
Durs Grünbein
All die Sitzkissen schwitzen. All die Zierfische japsen
Hinter Panzerglas, wo das Wasser wie
...
TKO JE SVE ZEC I "BIO SAM NEKAD"?
Branko Maleš
tri sam muža imala na borneu,
na borneu!
svi su bili ko petorica i jedno
malo moje
...
TLONG BESO
Isabella Motadinyane
Paaha
tlong beso
paaha
tlong beso
ke nako ya ho hlaolo
ke nako ya
...
TLOPO KGUBEDU
Isabella Motadinyane
Bonang wee
bonang yoo
lapeng laheso
ho tsikitsano ya meno
basadi ba kgelella
...
TO
Franz Wright
Before you were I loved you
and when you were born
and when you took your first step...
TO A DICTATOR
Chenjerai Hove
in your time
you took away
the flowers of our freedom.
in your time
the weak
...
TO A GRECIAN NYMPH
Mohammed Abu-Talib
She thinks I’m a millionaire;
She thinks she’s right.
Is it what I say? What I wear?
...
TO A LOVE POET
Dennis O’Driscoll
I

Fortysomething did you say? Or more?
By now, no one could care less either way.
...
TO A NEW SEX
Alice Notley
Somewhere out of antiquity someone work with me.
When transferring a thought, the connectors
...
TO AN UNBORN DAUGHTER
Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
If writing a poem could bring you
Into existence, I’d write one now,
Filling the stanzas
...
TO BE WRITTEN IN ANOTHER TONGUE
David Malouf
As for example, the language in which my grandfather
dreams now he is dead, or living, ...
TO FATHER
Bei Dao

...
TO HAVE LOVE
Patrick Cullinan
To have love and then lose it:
the white hail in the orchard
lying with leaves it has
...
TO HAVE MY SISTER BACK
Mir Mahfuz Ali
Deeba, did you know
I went to your room yesterday
looking for you?

The room
...
TO JUDGMENT: AN ASSAY
Jane Hirshfield
You change a life
as eating an artichoke changes the taste
of whatever is eaten after....
TO MAKANYHARA
Julius Chingono
You were born on Christmas eve,
the carol tide drifting excitedly
on the shores of the
...
TO MELLOM TRÆRNE
Steinar Opstad
Jeg skjønner at for mange ord
går utover figurligheten i språket
og
...
TO MY BATH TUB
Paul Chidyausiku
An hour in my bath tub
is what the doctor prescribed.
Every evening I slide into my
...
TO MY ROOM
Robert Berold
When I moved here you were much darker,
so I put in windows and the aerial bookshelf ...
TO NIE JEST ŻADEN Z TYCH SŁODKICH ARBUZÓW
Justyna Bargielska
To jest ten. Ten to nie jest. Widzicie tę kobietę?
Też ją widzę, tyle że od środka. Agfo,
...
TO NO ONE: AND MARY DID TIME
Lisa Bellear
Dear someone
out there who
may or may not
give a damn

‘I’m not a liar
I’m not a
...
TO PORRIDGE
WN Herbert
Captain of oats, braw brose, fine gruel,
you are thi Scotsman’s constant fuel
fae
...
TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
Jill Jones
A hazy field
rain cast plummeting
plunge of stone hallways
to our bed’s
...
TO SPARENESS: AN ASSAY
Jane Hirshfield

...
TO SU BILI DANI (12)
Bojan Radašinović
12.

ovdje ćemo uvijek biti stranci
oni ih mrze
pa vidiš kakvi su
i koliko ih
...
TO SU BILI DANI (13)
Bojan Radašinović
13.

klinac je trčao
gole guzice po fontani
samo u plišanoj majici
njegova
...
TO SU BILI DANI (17)
Bojan Radašinović
17.

možda sam ja
preambiciozna za tebe
možda bi bilo sve drugačije
da si
...
TO SU BILI DANI (2)
Bojan Radašinović
2.

nakon što je sandra otišla
često sam morao u nevezanim razgovorima
čak i
...
TO SU BILI DANI (6)
Bojan Radašinović
6.

sjetio sam se
kako nam je bilo lijepo u puli
u uvali valsaline
u našoj sobi sa
...
TO SU BILI DANI (7)
Bojan Radašinović
7.

putovanje se nakon
pola sata prekida
slovenska granica
naši policajci
...
TO SU BILI DANI (9)
Bojan Radašinović
9.

sva si mekana
ruke su ti rastegnute
plastičnim
...
TO THE BOBBYDAZZLERS
John Forbes
American poets!
you have saved
America from
its reputation
if not its
...
TO THE CHINESE RESTAURANT
Anjum Hasan
We come in here from the long afternoon
stretched over the town’s sloping roofs,
its
...
TO THE DOCTOR WHO TREATED THE RAPED BABY AND WHO FELT SUCH DESPAIR
Finuala Dowling
I just wanted to say on behalf of us all
that on the night in question
there was a light on
...
TO THE ISLANDS
Judith Beveridge
I will use the sound of wind and the splash
    of the cormorant diving and
...
TO THE VOICE OF THE RETIRED WARDEN OF HUNTSVILLE PRISON (TEXAS DEATH CHAMBER)
Averill Curdy
Until wolf-light I will count my sheep,        Adumbrated,
...
TO THOSE OF YOU ALIVE IN THE FUTURE
Dean Young
who somehow have found a sip of water,
on this day in the past four syndicated
series
...
TO THOSE WHO HAVE INHERITED A COUNTRY
Joseph Horgan
If we’d known
we’d have stayed.
We could have lingered
outside
...
TO WHEN WE NO LONGER DIE
Ken Babstock
We have all we don’t want now and can’t
know need, though the Victorian
...
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (TELL ME LIES ABOUT VIETNAM)
Adrian Mitchell
I was run over by the truth one day.
Ever since the accident I’ve walked this way...
TOAMNA VINE ȘI FĂRĂ NOI
Claudiu Komartin
Vezi, putem și noi, mi-a spus,
putem și noi să ne simțim în siguranță,
putem să
...
TOCH
Charles Ducal
Vindt je vrouw dit leuk? vroeg de vriend
aan wie hij zijn verzen liet lezen.
Hij zocht
...
TODA LA NOCHE HABLASTE CON LOS ÁRBOLES
Carlos López Degregori
Pasé toda la noche hablando con los árboles.

Les decía una palabra y ellos se alejaban
...
TODA PASIÓN CONCLUIDA
Mirta Rosenberg
Caprichos de la luz
por el resquicio superior
de los postigos
y el
...
TODAS LAS PALABRAS PIERDEN SU SENTIDO
Carmen García
Todas las palabras pierden su sentido. Todas las palabras fueron cayendo una a una, hechas pedazos.
...
TODAVÍA
Aurelio Arturo
  
  

Cantaba una mujer, cantaba  
sola creyéndose en la
...
TODAY’S IMPERATIVE
John McAuliffe
Others have herblife, bogland, the bird sanctuary.
Or manmade canals and urban decay....
TODO ESTÁ DICHO
Fredy Chicangana
No tengo nada que decir
sobre el tiempo y el espacio que se nos
vino encima.
...
TOEKOMSTBEELD
J. Bernlef
Sommige dichters willen
dat met hen ook het licht vergaat
dat de wereld dan niet
...
TOEMAAR DIE DONKER MAN
Ingrid Jonker
Op die groen voetpad
van die horison ver
om die aarde skat,
stap 'n ou man
...
TOEN WE TEGEN ELKAAR AAN . . .
Peter Verhelst
Een man op de rand van het bad. Een schoen, weerloos
op de vloer. Haar hoofd in een handdoek
...
TOEN WE UIT HET RAAM VAN DE HOTELKAMER . . .
Peter Verhelst
. . . handpalmen tegen het glas. Diep in de nacht kijken we
naar de gletsjer, twee
...
TOESPRAAK TOT HET PLAFOND
K. Michel
ooit was de dolfijn een landdier
het wandelde rond en haalde adem
onder druk van de
...
TOEWIJDING
Jan H. Mysjkin
Aan de muildierdrijvers, aan de bewaker van de bungalow,
aan de offerschaal van het oord....
TOGETHERNESS
Yusef Komunyakaa
         Someone says Tristan
& Isolde, the
...
TOI
Claude Esteban
Toi
qui marches, qui ne veut pas voir


descends, descends toujours jusqu’aux
...
TOKEN BLINDFOLDED ADVISORY ABORIGINAL COUNCIL ZIG ZAGS NEWS WE BLAME YOUSE
Lionel Fogarty
TO PAINT ABOUT TODAY ‘IN ABORIGINAL WAYS’
MUST FIND VERY HARD TO ART THE TACK
CONNING
...
TOMA UN BARCO PARA LLEGAR A LA ISLA DEL SILENCIO
Carmen García
Toma un barco para llegar a la isla del silencio. Es la única pasajera. Habla con nadie. En
...
TOMADOS DE LAS MANOS
José Zuleta Ortiz
Hace años
las ardillas viajaban
de la costa atlántica
a la costa pacífica, ...
TOMOGRAPHIE
Kerstin Hensel
Das Bild meines Schädels
In Scheiben geschnitten
Zeigt Nichts
Als kleine
...
TOMORROW
Togara Muzanenhamo
Last week saw the last of the summer’s heat. Tonight, the first cool drafts bring the smells of
...
TONY'S MUSEUM
Philip Hammial
Tony has opened a museum of madness. He’s persuaded the administrators to lease one of the rooms
...
TOO MANY SECRETS
Samuel Wagan Watson
I can’t sleep here, on this Wiradjuri land; upon this hill of learning. Awake until the sun comes
...
TOORN
Mark Boog
Toorn, blauw vuur met rode tongen,
likt deze dagen uit. Het staketsel,
in de
...
TOPENG
Sapardi Djoko Damono
/1/

Ia gemar membuat topeng. Dikupasnya
wajahnya sendiri satu demi satu
dan
...
TOT BESLUIT
Menno Wigman
Ik ken de droefenis van copyrettes, 
    van holle mannen met
...
TOT DE BELLENBLAZER
Willem Jan Otten
Zesenveertig jaar geleden, bellenblazer,
greep het plaats, in de Rivierenbuurt
van Amsterdam,
...
TOT GOD
Anneke Brassinga
God allemachtig, je kan me gestolen worden.
’k Heb jou niet lief en evenmin bemin ik het
...
TOTEM (I)
Luke Davies
In the yellow time of pollen, in the blue time of lilacs,
in the green that would balance on
...
TOTEM (II)
Luke Davies
In the dead of night in the dead of time
the private creatures nibbled, milky under
...
TOURBILLON
Michelle Grangaud
Tourbillon, passage de l’Aurès. Les bureaux de poste, fermés hier dans toute la France,...
TOURISTES
Emmanuel Moses
De Bergen ils écrivent : nous reviendrons avant les fêtes,
vous nous manquez,...
TOWARD ACCURACY
Bob Hicok
We’re high enough that what I call fog might be cloud.
Not Everest high, or Chomuolungma,
...
TOWING AN ICEBERG TO BELFAST
Paul Perry
On the tip of her tongue
 
She’s . . .
 
Don’t think
...
TOWN CAMP
Ali Cobby Eckermann
You call it 3 bedroom house
I call it big lotta trouble

You call it electricity...
TOWNS YOU ONLY PASS THROUGH
Roddy Lumsden
Their systems linger, awaiting your arrival,
which will not happen. We zip, we air gun,...
TRăNG NGườI GIặT
Nguyễn Tiên Hoàng
Trên những tế bào giao tranh của da tôi, sự phát sáng của người, ấm lên, vi độ
Dưới đó, lớn
...
TRABAJAN TANTO LOS CARPINTEROS DE ATAÚDES EN MI PAÍS
Robinson Quintero
A mañana y tarde
en día laboral y festivo
sin vísperas
miden
trazan ...
TRACKING
Eleanor Wilner
Yes, Carolyn, the ocean has its depths, its mezzanine,
the place between the blue, the green
...
TRACTOR
Karen Solie
More than a storey high and twice that long,
it looks igneous, the Buhler Versatile 2360,...
TRAIN TO DERRY
Theo Dorgan
A crow beats on the updraft over a scragged hawthorn,
rocked but plunging on. A stick of
...
TRAITÉ OULIPIEN
Michelle Grangaud
Traité oulipien     Sens subtil   
...
TRAME
Roberto Baronti Marchiò
e poi la vita accade comunque
nonostante gli sforzi e i lamenti
tutti i tuoi piani di
...
TRAMORE STRAND
Miriam Gamble
Can you hear it there
     whispering anonymously, just
over the
...
TRAMPAS
Eugenia Sánchez Nieto
Desde una ventana observo cómo se adentran
cómo se traspasan
él habla a su oído, ella
...
TRANSIT
Maura Dooley
Untidy life of faith and fear and the unfaith
stretch your sexy span across the city
an
...
TRANSLATED INTO POLISH
Peter Skrzynecki
I wonder what my parents
would say knowing
my poems and short stories
are being
...
TRANSLATING POETRY
Sudeep Sen
Your poem translated itself so many times:
    From the incipient thoughts that
...
TRANSLATION
Kim Moore
Don’t we all have a little Echo in us, our voices stolen,
only able to repeat what has
...
TRANSPLANT
Philip Hammial
Two 17th Century Dutch merchants are strolling in an orchard up & down between two rows of
...
TRAP
Ruth Lasters
Doe het voor mij dan. Vermoed een blauw bord
op een witte tafel, ergens in een huis in deze
...
TRAPS
Philip Hammial
Article 12 expressly forbids the digging of traps in public gardens. Article 13, in apparent
...
TRAPSUUTJIES
Marlene van Niekerk
1

voorbeeldige gelatenheid van die trapsuutjies
so ongesiens en sonder smart...
TRASLACIÓN
Gloria Posada
Palabras
penetran cuerpos
atraviesan espacios
regresan al pensamiento
Como
...
TRASPORTI
Umberto Fiori
Passando dall’asfalto
a un tratto di lastricato
i finestrini vibravano,
sotto
...
TRAURIG PFLANZEN
Ann Cotten
Erdung, Erdung zu Herrgottna zu Kapitän.
Wir gehen unter, langsam und gut bedient.
Wir
...
TRAVEL DIARY
Bei Dao

...
TRAVELLER’S TALE
Vivian Smith
I heard them making love in the next room
all night on and off at every hour.
I heard moans,
...
TREACLE
Paul Farley
Funny to think you can still buy it now,
a throwback, like shoe polish or the sardine key....
TREASURE TRAIL
Karen Press
How did you know?
I find them now

as I need
...
TREET OG IKKE-TREET
Jan Erik Vold
      1

Et tre
er et tre og det holder
ingen...
TRÉIGTHE
Louis De Paor
Nuair a bhíonn tú as baile
géaraíonn bainne úr sa chuisneoir,
dónn tósta uaidh féin,
...
TREKVOGELS
Hubert van Herreweghen
De zomer die ons heeft bedrogen;
o weemoed die de herfst ons leert.
Onder de wolken,
...
TRÉN BHFEARANN BREAC
Colm Breathnach
I

Ní labhraíonn sí a thuilleadh liom, an áit seo,
Is níl aon bhuanaíocht ag mo
...
TRENO-COMETA
Valerio Magrelli
Assumeva l'attore, a fondamento della domanda, che a seguito del passaggio di
un treno
...
TRES
C.B. Vaandrager
Fles & Pijp:
waar
zijn me idole?
Pardon? Vernieling?
Gereept?
...
TRÊS OU QUATRO CRIANÇAS
Ruy Belo
Mais ou menos aqui havia há pouco umas crianças
três ou quatro crianças mais ou menos
...
TRIBUTE TO A WAR VETERAN
Chris Magadza
Dear Drusilla,

Do you remember?
That sunny April day
In the dappled light...
TRIGLAV
Tom Van de Voorde
Af en toe verzin ik een nieuwe hobby
waarmee ik mezelf een tijdje zoet hou.
Zo begon ik
...
TRILINGUAL RENSHI
Trilingual renshi
海の巻 / 海之卷 / 바다

...
TRILINGUAL RENSHI
Trilingual renshi
海の巻


1         
...
TRILINGUAL RENSHI
Trilingual renshi
海之卷


1         
...
TRILINGUAL RENSHI
Trilingual renshi
바다


1         

검은 머리
...
TRIOMF
Jan H. Mysjkin
Er was een laatste uitwisseling van visitekaartjes
met een hele hoop mensen.
Er was een
...
TRIONFI
Sascha Aurora Akhtar
Join the fray
There are genuine articles
To see here, scurry
On the board of
...
TRIVIALA KUNSKAPER
Lars Gustafsson
Olivolja är ett utmärkt rostborttagningsmedel.

Enskilda händelser
...
TROJE
Jan Lauwereyns
Het veelvuldige geeft ons
een dak voor de nacht voor het geheel van alles
 ...
TROMMEL
Marije Langelaar
Dat jaar werden we geboren in
een lichaam.
Het viel ons op dat we sloegen.
We
...
TROOST VOOR ROSA
Judith Herzberg
Woorden van troost
voor de zestienjarige die morde
dat ze in het verre land
zo weinig
...
TROOSTENDE STEM TIJDENS DE BEGRAFENIS VAN MIJN GELIEFDE
Tomas Lieske
Ik ben het kompas van de trekvogel.
 
Ik ben de vorm van de wereld, de kustlijn...
TROUBLE
Dorothy Porter
‘Jill’
I challenge the mirror
‘how much guts have you got?’...
TROVA DEL CAZADOR
DE EFÍMEROS ARREBOLES

León de Greiff

                         
...
TRR . . .
Valérie Rouzeau
Voici d’iliade longtemps j’étais petite enfant
Et je touchais à tout
Alors « la
...
TRUE
Gabeba Baderoon
To judge if a line is true,
banish the error of parallax.
Bring your eye as close as you
...
TRYING TO REMEMBER
Crossing Borders poets
Pictures hang
tilt, slide,
Come crashing
to the surface
of my imagination
Where
...
TSVARNOHARNO, FORT!
Ann Cotten
Gelassnen Schrittes schreit ich auf die Lichtung zu,
in der du zugibst, dass du Myrthe
...
TU
Eduardo Cote Lamus
Cae tu palabra en la soledad como ramo de olivo
en la paz. Yo no sabía
que tu voz llegara
...
TUDI CEZ TA PREPAD MORAM
Edvard Kocbek
Kakšen lep, soncen, miren dan,
nobenega pritiska m grozljivosti,
nobenega znanca ali
...
TUESDAY MORNING
Jay Bernard
I wake earlier than usual,
    startled suddenly from dreamless sleep....
TUHAN DATANG MALAM INI
Joko Pinurbo
Tuhan datang malam ini
di gudang gulita yang cuma dihuni cericit tikus
dan celoteh
...
TÚMULO DE MAGALLANES
Juan Cristóbal Romero
Cinco heridas graves guardo
y de todas, la de menos
es mortal.
Me han herido
...
TUNE
Vivian Smith
When I came back from Europe late last year
a new tune kept running through my head.
It still
...
TUNNEL
Paolo Ruffilli
È all'improvviso,
dentro il tunnel
che non finisce mai,
nell'aria morta
che
...
TUNNELS
Philip Hammial
I’ve begun to walk with a stoop. The weight of the world on my shoulders? No, not at all. It’s
...
TURISTINIAM SEZONUI PRASIDĖJUS
Eugenijus Ališanka
mirusieji vaikšto su mažais žemėlapiais
rankose

akivaizdu anam tai pirmoji
...
TURKOOIZEN SCHEEPJE
Dirk van Bastelaere
Het is al dag. Maar wie maakt dat
Waar? Niet de vrouw met haar hand
Bij een lichtknop. In
...
TURN
Atsuro Riley
A bright-hot morning; me and Daddy; a fever-cloud of
glassy-eyed iridescent flies. Up
...
TURN
Didda
Það er eitthvað ótrúlega magnað við nautstungur.
...
TURNS
Nguyễn Tiên Hoàng
It makes the matter worse. The sounding
amid an explosion of spring
among the set pieces
...
TURPIAL
Margarita Cardona
Era tan mal poeta
Que no sabía
Que el turpial alzaba
Su pico para cantar
Que
...
TUŠČIA
Sigitas Parulskis
Mano batai tušti, ėhė, tušti mano batai
matyti balti druskos dryžiai ant
...
TUSSEN DE TENTEN
Mark Boog
Het moet te zien geweest zijn:
de voltrekking aan ons van het vonnis,
langzaam nu, nog
...
TUSSEN HEN IN
K. Schippers
Het lichte bijgeloof
       met strepen tussen...
TUSSEN TWEE HAAKJES
Esther Jansma
De dood maakt van mensen een plek.
De plek waar de man was: het lichaam

(hoe
...
TV
John Forbes
dont bother telling me about the programs
describe what your set is like the casing the...
TVOJE ZGUSNUTO SUNCE
Marko Pogačar

Kako se malim kandžama popeti gore u maslinu,
ostati crna gušterica i preživjeti propast
...
TWAALF GRAFGEDICHTEN VOOR KIRA VAN KASTEEL, IX
Christine D’haen
Gehorend hert, gehorend hoofd geheven
des herten, gekroonde kop, gekransde keel
met
...
TWEE
Toon Tellegen
Twee mensen.
De een is aardig, de ander is aardiger.
De een haalt de waarheid boven
...
TWEE DOCHTERS
Willem van Toorn
Slaperig vroeg in de ochtend
zie ik ze de laan
uit fietsen samen, ze gaan
naar
...
TWEE ZONNEN
Maria Barnas
Wanneer ik ga slapen ligt de zee nog steeds beneden
en altijd is de zon me voor.
...
TWEESPRAAK
Roland Jooris
Het is het hoekige
dat de tong dwingt
de taal
in haar gedokker
gedrongen...
TWEESPRAAK IN DE HERFST
Maurice Gilliams
Omhooggerezen uit de grond der tranen
zien wij dit land, gelijk ons eigen peinzen.

...
TWELVE THIRTY ONE NINETEEN NINETY NINE
Larry Levis
First Architect of the jungle & Author of pastel slums,
Patron Saint of rust,
You
...
TWENTY YEARS OF SYDNEY
Vivian Smith
It’s twenty years of Sydney to the month
I came here first out of my fog-bound south
to
...
TWILIGHT
Vasco Graça Moura
uma mulher estava nos cuidados intensivos
enevoada em suas ligaduras
e tubos nas narinas e
...
TWILIGHT
Robert Gray
These long stars
on
 
stalks
that have grown up
 
early...
TWO CROW TANGO
Tsotso magazine
Against a silver grey
rain evening sky,
crab clawed, clinging
to a telephone
...
TWO DECIMAL SONNETS
Jo Bell
every hair of your head will stand up and hum and sing
 
The great green YES that
...
TWO GIRLS
W.S. Di Piero
Eighteen-sixty eighteen sixty-four,
six hundred ten thousand men
gaseous gray, blackened
...
TWO LADIES
Noel Rowe
1.
Bijoux and Babs, two ladies of a kind
rarely seen in Chinon, are nevertheless...
TWO LAKES
Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
Lakes do not happen
Only in geography.
I know one with a Japanese garden
And a
...
TWO MEN & A TRUCK
Laura Kasischke
Once, I was as large
as any living creature could be.

I could lift the world and
...
TWO POEMS AFTER OVID
Amy Beeder
in a moment I was past the roots’ last reach
past seam & cinder-slag and the reeking...
TWO SOULS
Michelle Cahill
My cat cries when I enter the garden, as
if I have aroused her from winter’s dream...
TYPEWRITER MUSIC
David Malouf
Hinged grasshopper legs kick
back. So
quick off the mark, so
spritely. They set
...
TYPISCH
Mustafa Stitou
Dagen na het circus maakt
terrasjeszon in een goed
huwelijk investeren aangenaam
giechelt
...
 
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