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Rhina P. Espaillat
"'Why did you call me 'Charlie'? Yeah, you did.
Go get your mother on the phone. Out? Where?
So who's with you? OK, put Grandma on."
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Anne Frydman
Where headlights touch a lawn, lush green.
Where alders have been hacked away, a birch.
Where a wire catches light, a line.
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Anne Frydman
Read this poem the morning after
I don't wake up. I leave it like
a testament because
day can tilt
suddenly, like sinking ships
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Anne Frydman
He leaves in an overcoat
his loneliness intact.
I knew him years before his hand
could flick away a butt like that.
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by
Heinrich Heine.
Translated by Burton Raffel.
Once I had a Fatherland,
oak trees so lovely,
so tall, violets so soft.
It was just a dream.
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Salgado Maranhão.
Translated by Alexis Levitin.
Peter Grimes
Infinity is in our eyes,
coffers filled with desire,
Ariadne II, 1980
They leave her there alone
amongst her crows,
telling out a liturgy
of mystery,
Emily Dickinson, 1982
Pictorial mist
leads back
to a mythic space,
a woman devoured by dreams.
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David Slavitt
Those purple iris surrounding the catafalque
represent royalty as well as death.
A princess then, or did the painter intend
to pay some compliment? Centuries later,
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David Slavitt
Dick Wilbur's laundry, flapping in that alley,
may have suggested angels, or aspiration,
or a mere distaste for life in a maculate world.
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Reading a Lost Friend's Old Poems
by
Lewis Turco
Here he is again, sitting beside me,
Tall and spare, with crooked teeth
That should have been fixed when he was young.
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by
Paul Verlaine.
Translated by Burton Raffel.
Trees gone bright
With whitened moondark
Pour out night's
Soft voice from bark,
From branch, from leaf…
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Paul Verlaine.
Translated by Burton Raffel.
Tears fall in my heart
Like rain falling on cities.
What makes the world go dark
And wounds my weeping heart?
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Paul Verlaine.
Translated by Burton Raffel.
There fall from Fall
The sobbing call
Of violins
Which hurt my heart
With heavy, sharp
Cold pain.
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Frank Wilson
Tenses, basically three,
Or so they tell us. Though when,
Exactly? The moment is
Gone, and we are only now,
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