tangier
“She falls asleep on my shoulder/ in the middle of the street/ and her steps ignite/ small riots of leaves.” By Agnieszka Wolny-HamkaÅ‚o, translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese.
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Prayer For Quick Dismemberment
“Smash open all the foretellings, retellings/ and untellings that this city can boast.// Smash open its red cement floors, rain-glittering/ cobblestones…” Weekend Poem, by Nandini Dhar.
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On the Sublime / Ãœber Das Erhabene
“the door opens here on the last/ rooms of the sun and the escape en face/ gives onto the roof…” By Raoul Schrott, translated from German by Iain Galbraith.
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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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