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W E L T S C H M E R Z
Gerhard Falkner
  Ach könnt ich doch ach sagen können
  ohne ein Ach damit meinen zu müssen...
W MAŁYM MIESZKANIU
Adam Zagajewski
A więc w tym małym zakurzonym mieszkaniu w Gliwicach,
w niewysokim bloku,zbudowanym
...
WAAKZAAM
Maarten Inghels
De dichter moet immer waakzaam
blijven, vooral teder te zijn.
Elke dag voor haar uit de
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WAAR
C.B. Vaandrager
Waar is de andere landloper?
Waar is de bereleider?
Waar is het bloemenmeisje?...
WAAR DAN OOK
Arjen Duinker
In een café waar dan ook
Zeg ik dingen in mezelf
Om de verte te ontkennen.
Ik
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WAAR DE DICHTER LEEST
Maria Barnas
De bladertooi in het hoofd van de dichter
is bonter en voller dan die van de windstille...
WAAR HET BLOEIT EN BLIJFT BLOEIEN
Hannah van Binsbergen
1.Je leest als bezeten tot je zelf met een zin komt en aarzelt niet die boven je blad te zetten als
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WAAR MEN BANG VOOR IS
Maria Barnas
Baden, mijten, jeuk, zuurheid, alarmsystemen, open plekken,
hoogten, van een (geringe) hoogte
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WAAROM EK ROEP NA JOU VANAAND
Gert Vlok Nel
GERT bo die grond roep na Koos onder die grond kom in Koos kom in kom in
WAAROM ek roep na
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WAAROM IK ZILVER SMELT IN MIJN GEDICHTEN?
Paul Snoek
Waarom ik zilver smelt in mijn gedichten?
Waarom ik edel tover aan de wervels van de
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WAAROM NIET, LICHAAM?
C.O. Jellema
Waarom niet, lichaam, heb je in jezelf geloofd
de dagen van je jeugd, je bent ten laatste...
WAAROVER SPREKEN
Hugo Claus
Waarover vanavond spreken? En spreken
in een land dat wij herkennen, dulden,
zelden
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WAGER
Karen Solie
Off-season brings rain and new life
to old habits. Whatever it is that we’re doing, we
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WAIT
C.K. Williams
Chop, hack, slash; chop, hack, slash; cleaver, boning knife, ax—
not even the clumsiest
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WAITING
John Eppel
I count the falling frangipani leaves.
Early April, the nights are growing cold;
the
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WAITING
Ethel Irene Kabwato
I will wait for you again
I thought I would see you in March
As you had promised
You
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WAITING FOR BLUEBEARD
Helen Ivory
The child in the garden wears a coat
collaged from the skins of paper,
sutured with
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WAITING FOR THE BUS
John Eppel
All along the road from Bulawayo
to Gwanda or Matopos or Vic Falls;
at bus-stops,
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WAKING (FOR KAFKA)
L.K. Holt
It is a mandible language, ours; one of release
or grasp; a byzantine binary of yes, no
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WALKING
Mxolisi Nyezwa
i keep still.  in my shirt and in my element
i feel the vein’s tremor, the heart’s
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WALKING BACK FROM THE DAM
Martin Harrison
It leaves in my eyes the image of a
pearl-grey lake fleshed with blue, rain-clearing
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WALKING IN THE RAIN
Joyce Chigiya
I am going out
in the gentle summer rain, remnants of a storm
to feel the drenched cotton
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WALKING TIME
Liam Ó Muirthile
How’s it going Da? Nhfuil tú
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WALL
Tom Sleigh
On this side of the wall, the well-lit room
lights gilt pages that luxuriate
 ...
WALT WHITMAN
Tallulah Flores
Porque en algún momento mencionó las fronteras
sabiendo que no existían fronteras
y que
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WANDELING
Rutger Kopland
Onze gesprekken werden langzaam
onze vragen beantwoordden we met kijken
naar de langzame
...
WANDELING
Martin Reints
Het kan zijn
dat ik deze wandeling vannacht
ook al heb gemaakt

het kan zijn
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WANDERNDE TEILCHEN, DAS SEHEN
Nico Bleutge
war diese eine bewegung, der landschaft punkte vorzugeben
sicherungskästen, knoten, die in den
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WANKEL
Armando
Jarenlang in strijd met de wanordelijke
wetten
rekent hij op de val van het getal....
WANTON WITH JAMES
Kim Cheng Boey
Jackhammer pangs of hunger stabbing
at the mind, we drag our depleted bellies through...
WAR TIMES
Julius Chingono
We were moved
at the point of the guns.
Children
forgot their toys.
At the new
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WAR TRIPTYCH: LOVE, SILENCE, GLORY
Gabeba Baderoon



I. Always For The First Time

We tell our stories of war like stories
of
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WARBURTON 1910
Alan Wearne
            Sarah . . . of us in our chaise
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WARHOL AT WHEATLANDS
John Kinsella
He’s polite looking over the polaroids
saying gee & fantastic, though always
standing close
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WAS THAT YOUR IDEA OF LOVE?
James Fenton
Was that your idea of love?
Was that your idea of love?

Those brilliantly confected
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WASTE
Lionel Abrahams
Who beside my mother knew
a cabbage stalk stripped of its leafage
contains more goodness
...
WAT DIE STERRE SÊ
Antjie Krog
die sterre vat jou hart
want die sterre is vir jou nie bietjie honger nie!
die sterre
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WAT DOEN WE MET
Maud Vanhauwaert
Wat doen we met de vrouw die plots haar
armen spreidde. Wilde ze me omhelzen
of wees ze
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WAT ER IS
Martin Reints
Het gras, de stenen, de grond
je heupen, je schouders, je nek

de mist

en
...
WAT IK ZAG VANDAAG
Jeroen Theunissen
Ik zag een lief die deuren sloot,
brood en zoetigheid at en wachtte,
doezelde in een
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WAT IS GELUK
Rutger Kopland
Omdat het geluk een herinnering is
bestaat het geluk omdat tevens
het omgekeerde het
...
WAT JE MAAR KORT HOEFT TE ONTHOUDEN
K. Schippers
telefoonnummer van een ijzerwinkel
een genezen wond
kamer 31
het gezicht van een
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WAT ONS REST
Ramsey Nasr
1.

Stel, er is een kamer. De kamer telt een vast aantal onderdelen.
Er is een raam
...
WAT SPRAKEN WIJ
Erik Menkveld
Wat spraken wij vanzelf nog allebei
in onze weldoorbloede goedlachse
schutterige
...
WATCHING HIDDEN
Amanda Hammar
That year you’d had new cupboards built
along one entire bedroom wall:
white
...
WATCHING THE FUNERAL THRU A CRACKED WALL
Phillip Zhuwao
The afternoon is wreathed in black sunlight
The page's dirge flutter like wings in a
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WATER
George Szirtes
The hard beautiful rules of water are these:
That it shall rise with displacement as a man...
WATER DEVIL
Jamaal May
Spout of a leaf,
listen out for the screams
of your relentless audience:
the
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WATER VEIN I WELL
Masayo Koike

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WATER, ASPIRINE, JOU
Mark Boog
Water, aspirine, jou. De zon brandt!
De wind slaat gaten in het loof!
Er klemt! De tijd tikt
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WATERVREES
Jan Lauwereyns
Laat het bad vollopen en

de huid verbleekt, zweet breekt uit,
en iets als wind blaast
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WAVE FUNCTION, BONDI
Luke Davies
I

I am floating or falling. I am light
as a feather, or even my thumbprint
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WAYMOAT
Richard Price
as a ramping down awareness preveillance
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WAYS OF KEEPING
Finuala Dowling
I have kept my love for you
like an unloved dog,
chained up in the
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WE
Chenjerai Hove
we were not
the only ones left;
the fig-tree stood by us.

we were not
the only ones
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WE ARE HERE
Cosmas Mairosi
we are here
slaving for sovereignty by selling freedom
into the captivity of
...
WE ARE KEEPING AN EYE ON THE GIRLS
Elaine Feinstein
We are keeping an eye on the girls, so that the kvass
doesn’t go sour in the jug, or the
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WE BIRDS
Julian Talamantez Brolaski
. . . senseless metiers . . . my welcome into a kind of gaggle, if you birds will. –Evan
...
WE CHANGE THE MAP
Kerry Hardie
This new map, unrolled, smoothed,
seems innocent as the one we have discarded, ...
WE LIVED HAPPILY DURING THE WAR
Ilya Kaminsky
And when they bombed other people’s houses, we
 
protested
but not
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WE PART
Kristina Rungano
the lorry driver’s stressful glare
arms still joint akimbo,
next to him his iron
...
WE SINFUL WOMEN
Kishwar Naheed
It is we sinful women
who are not awed by the grandeur of those who wear gowns
...
WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE CGI PARIS
Simon Barraclough
Open on the galaxy, dolly zoom
through Doppler shifting stars, leave the local planets...
WE, WON’T, BE, TENDING, GARDENS
Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta
Watch, scant, grow, lush, won’t, turn, the, earth
for bulb, or root, I’ve,
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WEATHER EYE
Isobel Dixon
In summer when the Christmas beetles
filled each day with thin brass shrilling,
heat would
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WEATHERING
Eleanor Hooker
I kept my appointment with Rain.
We met in the wrong room. Upstairs.
Rain was . . .
...
WEATHERING ANGELS OF ARDMORE
Michael Coady
They never look up at the round tower,
the weathering angels of Ardmore,
nor out to sea
...
WEDDING
Megan Hall
1
We tell my dad, we’re getting married.
It’s a strange time, of emotion, and emotion
...
WEDNESDAY MORNING IN THE CAFÉ CAPRICE
Karen Press
There’s a sledge hammer going steadily
in the upper left corner of the roof.

A roar of
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WEERBERICHT
Toon Tellegen
Morgen wordt het grillig en ongewoon weer.
Niet de zon zal om 5 uur 24 opgaan, maar een
...
WEET JE NOG?
Peter Verhelst
Weet je nog toen we op de toppen van onze tenen op de rand
Van een berg leek het wel, die
...
WEET JIJ AL
Peter Verhelst
Op wie wil je lijken als ze je vinden?

Je staat naast een auto op een heuvel en er is
...
WEG
Anneke Brassinga
Een kamer vol verlaten schoenen.
Maar uit al haar schoenen staat zij op, verrijst
in
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WEGE IM DUNKELN ENTFLIEGEN DEM SCHLAF
Ulrike Draesner
hörte sie rufen auf den tag
genau im mandarinfarbenen
himmel berlins blind ich
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WEIL BROTHERS
Sergio Raimondi
Una de las «cuatro grandes» compañías exportadoras
afincadas en la
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WEIL ES NEW YORK IST
Ron Winkler
New York ist nicht die Stadt, die nie schläft. New York
ist die Stadt, in der es fast
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WEIPOORT
Tomas Lieske
Al eeuwen komt iedere nacht de turfsteker.
 
Bedachtzaam, met planken
onder
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WEKEN EN JAREN WERDEN EEUWEN EN EEUWEN
Jan Lauwereyns
De man was jong hij had veel moed veel kracht en ook
een hond die hem naar geuren voerde
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WELCOME HYGIENE
Paul Bogaert
Wat je zei was onverdund.
En het bleek ook efficiënt:
ik zie niks meer. Mijn hoofd is
...
WELCOME TO ZIMBABWE (LAND OF CONTRADICTION)
Albert Nyathi
Once colonised in 1890
Uncolonised in 1980
This is the land of contradictions my
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WELKOM
Maria van Daalen
Ik roep je, voorbijganger, ik roep je:
de stralende horizon.
Ik strek mijn bloeiende
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WENTELING II
Lies Van Gasse
Dat is nog jong.
Het speelt.

Dat wentelt zich over daken
en kantelt avond
...
WENTELING XV
Lies Van Gasse
Deze middag, toen ik mij in de volle zon
een lichaam wist,

werden haren lang,...
WENTELING XVII
Lies Van Gasse
Deze avond, wanneer de lucht zingt als bloed
en het laken scheurt, zit zij kaal op de
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WENTELING XXI
Lies Van Gasse
Deze ochtend, toen ik na jaren boven kwam,
waren mijn haren nat,
groeiden er schubben
...
WERK AAN DE LIEFDE
Jan Baeke
Het is veel werk, het is al snel teveel werk
de liefde, zo zeiden onze adviseurs, was warm en
...
WERMUND
Gerhard Falkner
allein sein, aber alle lust, sage das keinem
        nannte
...
WEST-VLAANDEREN
Hugo Claus
Dun lied donkere draad
land als een laken
dat zinkt.

Lenteland van hoeven en
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WESTERING
Miriam Gamble
Kiss me in this Ford Fiesta with the English number-plates,
its nose dipping into hedgerows
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WESTERNAYS
Jane Draycott
is when your car ends facing backwards
     on the wrong side of the
...
WHAT DID YOU SEE?
Fanny Howe
I saw the shrouds of prisoners
like baptismal gowns
buried outside the cemetery....
WHAT DO YOU DO IN CASE OF FIRE
Miroslav Mićanović
jedan se starac spušta autom
niz ljetne ceste otoka i
sve je tu: more i
...
WHAT HUMANS DO
Wendy Videlock
The candlelit
after-dinner
careful screw,

the under-the-moon
shooby
...
WHAT I DID NOT SAY
Michael Palmer
What I did not say was that within this tiny book, this 1” x 1” x 1” cube,
...
WHAT I KNOW
Hannah Lowe
At night, you find me at the oil-lamp, dice in hand.
I say to myself, if I throw a pair of
...
WHAT IS POETRY?
Adrian Mitchell
Look at those naked words dancing together!
Everyone’s very embarrassed.
Only one thing
...
WHAT ISN'T MINE
Jill Alexander Essbaum
Let us tunnel Through the rubble,
Through the thrum. Let us rut through
...
WHAT LOVE MOONS OVER THIS DOORWAY CONFUSED?
Phillip Zhuwao
What pain rends the sky's shroud so dark

O long riva without ends (amends)
rift that
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WHAT LOVES, TAKES AWAY
Eleanor Wilner
If the nose of the pig in the market of Firenze
has lost its matte patina, and shines,
...
WHAT POETRY MEANS TO ERNESTINA IN PERIL
Mona Zote
What should poetry mean to a woman in the hills
as she sits one long sloping summer evening...
WHAT ROBOTS MURMUR THROUGH BROKEN SLEEP
Jon Stone
I. North No.2

A tornado has touched down in Bohemia, your birthplace.
...
WHAT SHE DOES NOT KNOW IS
Dennis O’Driscoll
That she is a widow.
That these are the last untinged memories of her life.
That he is
...
WHAT SHE TOLD ME OF THE WAR
Adam Aitken
Were they cruel masters I asked, referring to the Japanese.
By entertaining the invader, she
...
WHAT THE MAPMAKER OUGHT TO KNOW
Kei Miller
On this island things fidget.
Even history.
The landscape does not sit...
WHAT THE OLD WOMAN SAID
Eileen Sheehan
I will tell you this. There was a garden by the pump. Fallow land given me.
My father built
...
WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME (VI)
Pascale Petit
This is how it is at the end –
me lying in my bath ...
WHAT THEY ARE MISSING
Claudia Emerson
The local boys are, of course, forbidden.
This leaves only the rare, visiting
 ...
WHAT TO DO
W.S. Di Piero
Places we leave
slick our bodies
with silky air
or foam we feel
faithful and
...
WHAT TO SAY UPON BEING ASKED TO BE FRIENDS
Julian Talamantez Brolaski
Why speak of hate, when I do bleed for love?
Not hate, my love, but Love doth bite my
...
WHAT WE HAVE
Warsan Shire
Our men do not belong to us. Even my own father, left one afternoon, is not mine. My brother is in
...
WHAT WILL THEY EAT?
Mzi Mahola
There was stormy panic
When the police came
To round up polltax defaulters.
Once more the
...
WHAT'S PLAYING IN ETERNITY
Peter Porter
It must be separate from its maker,
his leg-gummata and the sound
of dream’s Beethoven –
...
WHEATBELT GOTHIC OR
DISCOVERING A WYETH

John Kinsella
Outflanked by the sheep run, wild oats
dry and riotous, barbed wire bleeding rust
over fence
...
WHEN ALL THIS IS OVER . . .
Macdara Woods
After all the heads have rolled
and the young insurgents put up against the wall
by the
...
WHEN EAGLES PAUSE TO TALK WITH YOUR SLEEPING BODY
Peter Boyle
When you wake again
the donkey will be standing idly in the road,
the old man will open
...
WHEN I DIED
Julius Chingono
When I died
I let a fly do
Whatever it felt with me.
Excited that it had
all of
...
WHEN I LAND IN NORTHERN IRELAND
Colette Bryce
When I land in Northern Ireland I long for cigarettes,
for the blue plume of smoke hitting the
...
WHEN IT'S ONLY YOU
Mandakranta Sen

...
WHEN JEZEBEL DIES
Crossing Borders poets
No one remembers her, now
Once, men flocked
To her youthful looks
Jutting breasts and
...
WHEN LIGHTS GO OUT
Mongane Wally Serote
1
it is with the shadows of night
when the sun comes and goes
the moon comes and
...
WHEN PLANETS SOFTLY COLLIDE
Jill Jones
This is not a poem about dust,
there have been too many of those,
but may be about wind, who
...
WHEN SHE LEFT
Julius Chingono
She wore bold colours
of broken patterns
as if she were
at war with herself....
WHERE ARE THE WATERS OF CHILDHOOD?
Mark Strand
See where the windows are boarded up,
where the gray siding shines in the sun and salt air
...
WHERE ARE THEY GOING?
Penelope Shuttle
The North Esk is heading for Musselburgh,
The Fal for the blue respite of the Carrick
...
WHERE ARE YOU
Joan Metelerkamp
Schubert lieder – the moon up and the dogs
barking at who knows what
porcupine, skunk,
...
WHERE I BECOME YOU
Antjie Krog
1.

jy kom my omhaal
aan die anderkant van die wêreld
jou roep hoor ek ...
WHERE I LIVE
Arundhathi Subramaniam
I live on a wedge of land
reclaimed from a tired ocean
somewhere at the edge of the
...
WHERE THE BASTARD IS GOD?
Dambudzo Marechera
One night downtown
I had this breakdown
Not scary like horror
Not boring like
...
WHERE WAS I
Kate Lilley
High speed trains aren’t meant for looking:
if you try to solve the blur you’ll get a
...
WHERE YOU ARE
Eileen Sheehan
You lie down in whatever bed
you lie down in, the pillow accepting
the weight of your
...
WHILE BLEEDING
Doireann Ní Ghríofa
In a vintage boutique on Sullivan’s Quay,
I lift a winter coat with narrow bodice,...
WHISKY POET
Chris Edwards
Whisky poet! After eating a cold supper,
the crowd Pat used to associate with
when she
...
WHISPERS AND COURSES
Jill Jones
Air urges through my waking cells.
Day breathes thicker, houses exhale us.
We people the
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WHISTLE NIGHT
Titus Moetsabi
Stands transfixed
Like a piece of wood
By the side, a hood.

Night fall
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WHITE STUCCO DREAMING
Samuel Wagan Watson
Sprinkled in the happy dark of my mind
Is early childhood and black humour
White stucco
...
WHITES ONLY - A DECASYLLABIC
John Eppel
The privilege of having a moustache
with matching blue eyes, and a complexion
prone to
...
WHO
Wendy Videlock
It was the blind girl from the rez who
stole the baker’s missing bread;
it was the
...
WHO SANG BUT ASKED FOR NO GIFTS
Julian Talamantez Brolaski
who sang but asked for no gifts
         no
...
WHO WILL COME KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR?
Tsotso magazine
Who will,
oh jane, drive you tonight
across the town to the party?

Who will,
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WHO’S USED MY NEW RUCKSACK!?
Dambudzo Marechera
Had this nightmare
Bashed out my brother’s brains
Woke to find I owed rent

Had this
...
WHY SHOULD THOSE BIG EYES NOT SEE?
Phillip Zhuwao
The days have got no kolour ie
they are not hazel but beautiful mounds
of meal of rotting
...
WIE ZICH DE DOOD HERINNERT IN EEN DROOM . . .
Stefan Hertmans
Ze verbeeldt zich wat ik mis,
Het haakt zich aan haar schaduw vast,
Voor ze het weet
...
WIERSZ PRZYMIOTNIKOWY
Piotr Sommer
Zdumiewająca wiosna, ciepła, wilgotna
i pełna podświetlonych drzew
w
...
WIGWAM
Jan Erik Vold
Det varme
berget
og den varme måsan, det varme
gresset, det
...
WIJ ZIJN ER AL
Ester Naomi Perquin
Het is me ook wat in de bouwer dat maar door wil bouwen
en in de architect dat lijnen trekt:
...
WIJ ZIJN EVENWIJDIG
Maud Vanhauwaert
Er komt een vrouw naar mij toe. Ze zegt
‘wij zijn evenwijdig, raken elkaar in het...
WIJ ZIJN OUDE MANNEN
Maud Vanhauwaert
‘Wij zijn oude mannen
en we trekken ons terug

niet als jongens bij het
...
WIJ ZOUDEN GAAN WONEN IN SCHOONHEID
Jeroen Theunissen
Wij zouden gaan wonen in schoonheid
van augustus, surfend op het net vonden
we de plek,
...
WIJ, ALS IK
Mark Boog
Wij, als ik, verteren dit nauwelijks. Zeeën en
bergketens, veelbelovend voor ons liggend,
...
WIJVENHEIDE
Luuk Gruwez
Laat ons naar Wijvenheide gaan.
Hoe Jammerlijk dat afstanden bestaan,
maar wie per se
...
WILD FLOWERS
Ali Cobby Eckermann
Mallets pound fence posts
in tune with the rifles
to mask massacre sites
Cattle will
...
WILD GRAPES
Nicolette Stasko
It is that time of year again
summer passing idly by
in the tree behind
the house
...
WILD IS THE WIND
Carl Phillips
About what’s past, Hold on when you can, I used to say,
And when you can’t, let
...
WILD LEMONS
David Malouf
Through all those years keeping the present
open to the light of just this moment:
that
...
WILD STRAWBERRIES
Helen Dunmore
What I get, I bring home to you:
a dark handful, sweet-edged,
dissolving in one
...
WILDCARD
Anne Vegter
Losjes is dit babygedicht, er gebeurt niet veel
wat ergens anders niet ook gebeurt:...
WILL
Rae Armantrout
In English
we place a noun
meaning fixed purpose
before our verbs
to create
...
WIN-WIN
Ange Mlinko
If an orchidophage’s tastebud magnified
resembles an orchid
so my buds indubitably
...
WINDOW
Bella Li
When you enter the room it is through the door at the end
of a long corridor. The door is
...
WINDOWS #3
Ali Alizadeh
I opened the windows and saw the giant flags
black and red, they had covered the winds...
WINDROWING
Bernadette Mayer
abide with me
don’t ever abide
gimme anytime a pile
of leaf-hay across...
WING
Karen McCarthy Woolf
We find you, dear Wing,
in the half-dark
on the way back from the piglets,
your
...
WING-BEAT
Robert Gray
In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a season
through the occlusion
of summer by
...
WINGED AND ACID DARK
Robert Hass
A sentence with “dappled shadow” in it.
Something not sayable
spurting from the morning
...
WINGED PURPOSES
Dean Young
Fly from me does all I would have stay,
the blossoms did not stay, stayed not the frost
...
WINTER
Bella Li
It was not for this that we awoke. Stark trees, yes, and the hour of your coming it was. Like
...
WINTER
Emily Berry
When the new room was built my mother showed me What To Do In Case Of Fire. There were
four
...
WINTER FESTIVAL
Afrizal Malna
Pegawai bank menari. Tukar uang lagi, tukar uang lagi. Mana sarung tanganku? Cuuus. Orang-orang
...
WINTER IN HET ZUIDEN
Miriam Van hee
ik stelde me de wind voor
zonder struiken en bomen
en de zon zonder onze huid

toen
...
WINTER IN MATABELELAND, 1987
John Eppel
The air lock in our hosepipe won't be heard
for another season;
the spider in our
...
WINTER SOLSTICE
Jean Bleakney
Wiry and headstrong in life, so in death,
the bleached stems of harebells
- unflappable as
...
WINTER SOLSTICE
Martin Harrison
A vague mood, a sadness, a feeling as when recovering from illness,
a kind of “whatever it is
...
WINTER TE SCHILDE
Maurice Gilliams
Het is een vlakte waar geen moeders wonen;
het sneeuwt, en blinder zwellen de moerassen. ...
WINTERGEFILDE VOM ZUG AUS
Elke Erb
Da stand 1 Baum
nicht groß, nachts (???)    Rechts
neben ihm
...
WINTERING
Paul Perry
That was my last year in Florida,
illegal and thinking of marriage
as one way to stay.
...
WINTERVINK
Marlene van Niekerk
Die klein rooi vink,
so koen
tiep hy
uit die omswagteling
wat oogloos
...
WIPPE
Jan Wagner
mach dich schwerer, rufen sie, also schließe
ich beide augen, denke
an säcke
...
WIR WOLLEN DIE GANZE NACHT TRINKEN
Gloria Dünkler
En la taberna, después de la guardia, los veteranos
relataban pormenores de sus
...
WIRKSWORTH
Peter Riley
Now I put 500 books into cardboard boxes
And the boxes into the back of the car hoping...
WISDOM SMITH PITCHES HIS BENDER ON EMMONSALES HEATH, 1819
David Morley
Wisdom leans against an ash tree, shouldering his violin,
slipping the bow to stroke the
...
WISH
Brian Moses
Clasp in your hand
the single black feather

left in your garden
as a gift from
...
WITHOUT ASYLUM
Trevor Joyce
true we may surmise
how a knife hatched
out of meat
should fledge
 ...
WITHOUT ME
Leontia Flynn
Once, in the hiatus of a difficult July,
down Eskra’s lorryless roads from sweet fuck all,...
WITHOUT WARNING
David Brooks
My father spent most of his adult life
working for the Commonwealth Public Service, shunting
...
WITHOUT WARNING
Sarah Lindsay
Elizabeth Bishop leaned on a table, it cracked,
both fell to the floor. A gesture
gone
...
WITHOUT-A-NAME
Tari Mtetwa
Without-a-name followed
the night’s folds
drifted from the screams
mocking the
...
WOARTELS
Albertina Soepboer
Roekelân

Syn wite hals is dy ta bút;
Ik pik syn blauwe eagen út.
In lokke fan syn
...
WOL
K. Schippers
het rood van
twee draadjes
op tafel
 
of het cijfer
twee gehecht
...
WOLF, LEOPARD, FALCON, FAWN
Anthony Lawrence
For you there is more to the slow liquid dancing of my tongue
than working for sighs at the
...
WOMAN AND TURKEY
Colette Bryce
I needed a drink before handling it,
the clammy skin, thin and raw.
I remembered touching
...
WOMEN
Polly Clark

I sail into the world of women,
in a magnificent ship that does not interest them....
WOMEN’S LIBERATION
Lisa Bellear
Talk to me about the feminist movement,
the gubba middle class
hetero sexual
...
WONDERBAARLIJKE MAAND
Ramsey Nasr
dat was in de wonderbaarlijke maand
van bloesemingen en overvloed
toen mijn borstkas
...
WONEKANO
Ignatius T. Mabasa
Tinofamba zvisina ruzha, tichienda kumakuva
Isu, zvitunha zvakabatirana bhokisi rine mitumbi
...
WONEN GEBODEN
Albert Bontridder
Wat gebeurt er met de mens
– die aap, die wolf –
als hij stilstaat,...
WONG KAR-WAI
Rui Lage
Como se perguntasse o teu
nome, e um eco de mim
respondesse
que não existes ...
WONINGLOOZE
J. Slauerhoff
Alleen in mijn gedichten kan ik wonen,
Nooit vond ik ergens anders onderdak;
Voor de
...
WORD GIFTS FOR AN AUSTRALIAN CRITIC
Merlinda Bobis
I bring you words freshly
prised loose from my wishbone.
 
Mahal, oyayi,
...
WORDS TO THAT EFFECT
John Ashbery
The drive down was smooth
but after we arrived things started to go haywire,
first one
...
WORK
Jeet Thayil
Whatever it’s about it’s not about
this, this
sitting around shooting
the bull with
...
WORK
Steve Ely
Cutting in the cane fields
or hacking back scrub,
it was something we were used to:...
WORK CARD
Peter Skrzynecki
My father’s “Arbeitskarte”
or Work Card
is the only surviving document
that I
...
WORK SHIRE
Isabella Motadinyane
Kana ka sega phefo
ka ralla dinaga
ka rakana le monna
are Yorkshire
England kwa
...
WORK SONG
Joshua Mehigan
This fastening, unfastening, and heaving— this is our life. Whose life is it
...
WORKS & LOVES
Jane Hirshfield
               1
...
WORKS OF ETCETERA
Chris Edwards
THE SET-UP

And he said to his disciples: “See here,
fishy thou art and fishy thou shalt
...
WORM WORDS
Tony Mitton
“Keep still!”
said Big Worm
to Little Worm.
“You’re driving me
round the
...
WORMING UP VON KWABBENSTEIN
Tsead Bruinja
is een man van de wereld. Hij declameert graag wijsheden als: Zwitserland is wel duur. Als je daar
...
WORMS
Ruth Padel
May: the Dyad Moon

One cub has died on the road. Magpies...
WORMS FOR SALE
Comrade Fatso
Tinashe puts up his sign saying “Worms for sale”
But it might as well say words for sale...
WORSHIPPING IMOINU
Yumlembam Ibomcha Singh

...
WOUD
Ruth Lasters
Of je het achteraf
van vuurwerk ooit zag. De takken van rook, niet

de vonken,
...
WOULD-LAND
Jill Alexander Essbaum
5 AM. One-quarter past. Distant chimes inform me this.
A bell peal knells the
...
WOW MOMENT
Alice Fulton
From the guts of the house, I hear my mother crying for her mother and wish I
...
WRATHFUL CHARM
Mohammed Abu-Talib
Stitch by stitch
Seaming years
Just slipped by,
And those still
To overcome,
Below
...
WRIJFKLANK
Charlotte Van den Broeck
Een stap naar links
en je valt buiten de bladspiegel, lig daar
buiten ogen om, buiten
...
WRITER
Bulawayo poets
I am just a passerby, take no notice of me
While I take note of everything

I won’t
...
WRITER IN PRISON
Ali Alizadeh
Your cell is a cavern; the guards
grinding teeth outside your grotto

marginally
...
WRITER IN RESIDENCE
David Wheatley
I arrive in the classroom during Geography lesson.
Thirty tongues equally slow to loosen, ...
WRITING AN ELEGY
Rickey Laurentiis
But so tangled in the branches they had to leave it, the conquistador’s
black beard cut
...
WRITING POETRY
Hrvoje Pejakovic
Krhotina kojeg zrcala, s cijim pismenima na dlanu?
Zatim:
uranjas u zrak zasicen recenicama
...
WRITING TO ONEGIN
Ruth Padel
Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long
White dressing-gown, the good child’s
...
WULF
John Ashbery
Is that a groin? The doctor was kind
but insistent keeping the shuttle in motion
until
...
 
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