The Song of the Blue Night
“I have painted/ The whole sky/ With coloured dust/ As you are coming.” Weekend poem, by Umakanta Mohapatra. Translated from Odia by Bibhudatta Mohanty.
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The Forest
“He stopped in his tracks and turned around. The bare, level and speckled trail rolled out far into the distance… Even if there were no moonlight, there was little chance of its disappearing…” Story of the Week (October 10), by Ikramullah. Translated from Urdu by Faruq Hassan and Muhammad Umar Memon.
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The Betrothed
“they seldom gave each other pleasure/and in vain they learnt patience and goodwill,/ in vain they taught their bodies…” Poem of the Week (September 30), by Gábor Schein. Translated from Hungarian by Erika Mihálycsa.
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ohio
“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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‘The Mirror’ (Зеркало, 1975)
“The scenes plunge into each other, cut/ by cut: the surge of the forest into/ the goose step of the soldiers…” Poem of the Week (September 2), by Ilma Rakusa. Translated from German by Paul-Henri Campbell.
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How We Killed The Sailor
“Today in the besieged city fifteen people were killed by one fiery ball… No one had wanted to save them. I’ll see their faces tomorrow in the newspaper obituaries.” Story of the Week (August 22), by Alma Lazarevska.
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A Night in Casablanca
“You could barely view the sea under the night’s darkness and heavy rain. Cars would careen around the road uncontrollably because their drivers were too drunk…” Story of the Week (June 27), by Muhammad Zafzaf. Translated from Arabic by Mohammed Albakry.
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You, wandering in search of light
“…you wandering in search of light/ Carrying a piece of sky on your broad shoulders,/ Fill my evening of breaths and oblivions/ With voices…” Poem of the Week (June 24), by Alisa Velaj. Translated from Albanian by Ukë Buçpapaj.
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Whatever the Wounds, Whatever the Damage
“At the factory her job is to attach buttons to shirts, pants and dresses all day long. Then, very late at night, in the darkness, she returns and reenters her cave.” Story of the Week (May 2), by Shahaduzzaman. Translated from Bengali by Shabnam Nadiya.
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The Second Cemetery Book
“Today I’ve become a writer again because it’s raining, and when it’s raining I can’t collect cardboard, because it’s raining.” Story of the Week (February 28), by Daniela Kapitáňová. Translated from Slovak by Julia Sherwood.
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