Magnetism
“‘Death’ is the answer,/ though it isn’t right…” By Marcin Åšwietlicki, translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese
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From ‘Premonitions of mourning’
“It was three in the morning. The wings/ of two black moths brushed across my face…” By Zsuzsa Takács, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Preparation for the Crows’ Feast
“The great scam has been successful. We just don’t know for whom…” By Gábor Schein, translated from Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet.
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Marta
“the rotting vegetable patch where Marta/finds a stranger’s hand under her dress and — oh — August//snaps like a dry twig…” By Agnieszka Wolny-HamkaÅ‚o, translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese.
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Dante – Prato Al Saglio
“the wind freezes/ in the nooks and gulping air your mouth// is sated with a fear that fades/ solely when you walk…”
By Raoul Schrott, translated from German by Iain Galbraith.
After the Iron Age / A vaskorszak után
“We wrapped ourselves in rains in October, watched run-over/ dogs scattered along the road: spilt guts,/ blood, hair…” By Gábor Schein, translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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Autumn Villanelle / Herbstvillanelle
“the days are running out of light/ and an hour lasts ten minutes./ the trees have played their final colours.” By Jan Wagner, translated from German by Iain Galbraith.
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Remembering Las Vegas / Erinnerung An Las Vegas
“high above the theatre hung/ the rusting colt of the moon in its holster.” By Jan Wagner, translated from German by Iain Galbraith.
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Turkish Bath / Türkisches Bad
By Durs Grünbein, translated from German by Karen Leeder.
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Island Without Sirens / Insel Ohne Sirenen
“And the silence stretched for kilometres,/ Making one think of test-sites, dead craters,/ The acoustics of bombed-out opera houses…” By Durs Grünbein, translated from German by Karen Leeder.
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