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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Poet of the Month: Jan Wagner
“I love to write most: in a simultaneous state of presence and absence… When silence fills the room and darkness lurks outside the window.” Jan Wagner, The Missing Slate’s Poet of the Month, interviewed by Audrey Ryback.
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Poet of the Month: Jan Wagner (German version)
Original German text of Audrey Ryback’s interview with Jan Wagner.
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“the first dry leaves drift to the ground/ as if somewhere a library were on fire.” Poem of the Week (September 16), by Jan Wagner. Translated from German by Iain Galbraith.
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