Poems
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My Little Chaos
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
These dreams test my patience. -
Listening to Michael Jackson in Tehran
By Ali Alizadehafter Azar Nafisi
Smuggled across the fierce chasm
between us and the US, and then -
Countries longing for their inhabitants
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nujoom Al-Ghanem
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan.
We think we are in peace -
In the Small Hours (Chinese)
By Peter BoyleTranslated by Ouyang Yu
《凌晨》
彼得·博伊尔 (著)
欧阳昱 (译) -
burrito weather
By Michael Farrelli had a burrito once
on the sidewalk in echo park
the weather was warm, & the burrito
was as fresh as a strungout mouth. -
For Pasolini
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Sam Langer.
In the dream Pasolini came up to me
in a starring role. -
Feed the orchid
By Pam Brownsays the note
near the radio,
tuning in to
New Weird Australia, -
A Clown
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
I knew him, you see, infinite jester, -
I am writing you because
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Tomas Gösta Tranströmer
Translated by Maria Freij
I am writing you because
I no longer think that it is -
Rugged up winter scene
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
I feel nothing and move through silent motorcades.
The world is wrapped in golden paper. -
Chinese Journey 10
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Olga Sedakova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Great is the artist, knowing no duty
except the duty of the brush at play: -
Postcards 1-6
By Margaret WestEclipse
Here on the hill / under a lunate sliver / blood oranges framed by
the brow’s determined wings / summon splintered glass / broken
limbs // I hear you crow . . . and crow . . . and crow / place on your -
The towers of Notre-Dame
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
when by chance I come upon
the towers of Notre-Dame -
like kaf-
By Michael Farrellka no-
one can stand the sounds stan-
ding up head out the win-
dow get- -
Night Bird
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gülten Akin
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
We escaped the sounds of a city that didn't embrace us, -
A DESCRIPTION OF THE STORM GLASS AND BRIEF GUIDE TO ITS USE IN FORECASTING WEATHER
By Lisa GortonI
A sealed dome of glass where crystals,
by an alchemy ‘more precise than precision’, unmake
and make still grottoes that recede -
Tramps Like Us
By Ken BoltonReading
Cavafy in the
new translation
I think, Isn’t this a bit -
The Lorena Letters
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Dorothea Rosa Herliany
Translated by Mona Zahra Attamimi.
have you still kept that knife?
don’t rinse off the blood. i still can hear that sweet groan. -
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Rilke Renditions: II
By Chris EdwardsUnfasten my chain, Madam, I’m going to heave
us damsels into a little Gluck ditty. Now, lately it seems quite clear
from your glance that this Schloss you say you’re taking me to
is … Oh, Bête Noire, you mean