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日期：2021-06-07 self-portrait as mango tarfia faizullah she says, your english is great! how long have you been in our country? i say, suck on a mango, bitch, since thats all you think i eat anyway. mangoes are what margins like me know everything about, right? doe... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-06-07 playing the telephone game esther lee for instance, you might have said: when he was leaving the store, it was starting to rain. or: winnie was a sleeve torn. it was darting derange. you might have taken (one can play detective endlessly), a ream of... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-06-07 seize brian komei dempster blue flame in the eyes corner, stove on high, we brace for his flint and spark, our dark surprise, his smile jolts, head unleashed, little body arched, straining in the high chair, we stand to face anything, she steadies h... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-06-07 courtyard darien hsu gee her new family has her dowryher chickens have become his chickens. clipped wings fly the short distance to nowhere. her future husband has returned to the village. his parents had sent a message to the university: come home... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-06-07 the shortest night victoria chang and when i looked up, the sky had also turned black, and i had aged a hundred more feet down the road. the owl was on the next tree with mirrors as eyes, in case i wanted to see my future. when i looked, i lost anot... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-06-07 the incognito lounge denis johnson the manager lady of this apartment dwelling has a face like a baseball with glasses and pathetically repeats herself. the man next door has a dog with a face that talks of stupidity to the night, the swimming pool... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-06-07 ars poetica janiru liyanage after aria aber i broke into english the way a man once broke into my mother. at the halflight of his bite, pink flesh and all teeth. the way my mother once broke into the neighbors dog with her mouth; stole and ate it ra... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-01-20 resurrection abdulla pashew translated from the kurdish by alana marie levinson-labrosse from time to time, sadness fills my throat and pain reaches its limit. then, i wish to smash my life like a wine glass against a stone. but suddenly the gleam o... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-01-20 muxica alberto ros the border fence, the crossing chain links, the twisted wires: the fence is strung like two harps at cross-purposes, two harps at the same time: one with its strings up and down, the other with its strings sideways. to make music... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-01-20 amateur hour charlie clark the clouds here are beautiful in the manner of my wifes hands. they are pleasures with strange limits, and change color quickly. in this way, they are like most beautiful things. take songs. in the car, when my wife turns... 阅读全文>> 日期：2021-01-20 the thirteenth labor jonathan wells for hercules, the thirteenth labor, is allowing the mortal lovers to go back to their separate beds unreconciled, to leave well enough alone, to let their oaths uncouple from their stars, to abandon the strange pl... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-19 by the lake by dame edith sitwell (1887-1964) across the flat and the pastel snow two people go . . . . and do you remember when last we wandered this shore? . . . ah no! for it is cold-hearted december. dead, the leaves that like assess ears hung o... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-14 by alfred, lord tennyson courage! he said, and pointed toward the land, this mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon. in the afternoon they came unto a land in which it seemed always afternoon. all round the coast the languid air did swoon, breath... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-14 by alfred, lord tennyson full knee-deep lies the winter snow, and the winter winds are wearily sighing: toll ye the church bell sad and slow, and tread softly and speak low, for the old year lies a-dying. old year you must not die; you came to us so... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-11 i. the burial of the dead april is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. winter kept us warm, covering earth in forgetful snow, feeding a little life with dried tube... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-11 jellicle cats come out to-night jellicle cats come one come all: the jellicle moon is shining bright - jellicles come to the jellicle ball. jellicle cats are black and white, jellicle cats are rather small; jellicle cats are merry and bright, and pl... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-09 the hunting of the snark by lewis carroll the hunting of the snark (an agony in 8 fits) is typically categorized as a nonsense poem written by lewis carroll. written from 1874 to 1876, the poem borrows the setting, some creatures, and eight portmant... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-09 诗人| 泰戈尔 译者| 冰心 i long to speak the deepest words i have to say to you; but i dare not, for fear you should laugh. that is why i laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest. i make light of my pain, afraid you should do so. 我想对你说出我... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-07 when forests walked and fishes flew and figs grew upon thorn, some moment when the moon was blood, then, surely, i was born. with monstrous head and sickening bray and ears like errant wings the devils walking parody of all four-footed things: the b... 阅读全文>> 日期：2020-05-07 the tiger by william blake (1757 1827) tiger, tiger, burning bright in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry? in what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes? on what wings dare he aspire? w... 阅读全文>> |
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