The Thing about Mornings
I’ll never forget
We slept
Splayed on memorial benches
Morning dew falling on locks like overgrown caterpillars
Crawling to crystallized captivity
Your smile
Sunrise evaporating what moisture...
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...
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...
