Translated from the Albanian by Ani Gjika
We continue our celebration of Women in Translation Month this week. Katherine E. Young, Poet Laureate Emerita of...
HUSBAND
A handthat reaches out
mooring mefrom a night of wind-tossed dreams
luring me back to portthis bed our terra firma
the heat of his palmthe only thing...
To the
Poet—S. K.—
on Channel WNET-13
Your unexpected
radiance lightens the gloom
in Brooklyn. You hunch;
you sit by the sea.
Rumbling like the rumpled waves,
your voice splashes me....
A Kind of Spring
The best time to fall in love
is when you share your greatest fear
with someone who isn’t listening.
There’s a decent chance that
will...
Vacuum
Not a heavy weight, more like
carrying around the five extra
pounds from the holidays all year.
Or maybe more like something one
picks up and sets...
War StoryHere is the book
with torn pages.
Only half remains
to be deciphered.
And here is the house
with burnt rooms,
and a few fading photos
scattered across the floor.
And...
School Yard Games
I.
Huddled
still
too many of us
for the
old oak to hide
We wait
silent
tap, tap, tap our shoulders
giggles erupt
II.
Crouched
under
the desk, knees up heads...
Breathing Away the Darkness
At night, lights appear, unseen amongst
daytimes dominating sun.
Scattered bits of moon peering curiously
through window slats.
The warmth of some adjoining room
creeping...
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
After William Carlos Williams
So much
De
Pends
Uponthe dazed chickens
Fraughtwith meltwater
Besidesthe demonic and menacing
Icecream truck
Thatcirculates the neighborhood
Withan off-key kilter tune:
(Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
