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Valerio Magrelli
La famiglia del poeta / The Poet's Family Dormo accanto a mio figlio / I sleep next to my son Print Pages:  Page 142 from Issue 127 La famiglia del poeta Ci amiamo tanto ma ogni cozzo e un lampo, ... siamo la famiglia delle pietre focaie. Issue 127 page Valerio Magrelli Tuesday, January 1, 2008 Poetry ...
Patrizia Valduga
Cadeva il giorno e cadeva l'amato / The day was falling and my lover Print Pages:  Page 198 from Issue 127 Cadeva il giorno e cadeva l'amato in tal mio agguato. L'aveva ... avrai di curartene ormai. Issue 127 page Patrizia Valduga Tuesday, January 1, 2008 Poetry Translation ...
Contributor Michael Earl Craig is the author of Can You Relax in My House (Fence Books, 2002), Yes, Master (Fence Books, 2006), and Thin Kimono (Wave Books, fall of 2010). Contributions Issue 140  Summer/Fall 2011 Friday, July 1, 2011 Poetry Poetry that Seeks to Solve Riddles and Placate the Masses Michael ...
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Fayid Jamis
Auschwitz was not the garden of my childhood Print Pages:  Page from Issue 13-14 Auschwitz was not the garden of my childhood Auschwitz was not the garden of my childhood. I grew up among plants and animals, and at night poverty lit its lamp in my home. The trees were loaded with nests and stars, a very white mare ...
Liliana Ursu
Playing with the Mirror; What My Eyes Say; American Night Print Pages:  Page 175 from Issue 97 ... continent. In my small mirror I try to catch not my face red after love, nor the sad eyes of the icon in my deserted house in Bucharest. Here, in America, my mirror reflects back only a stranger. Mirror, mirror ...
Yehuda Amichai
My soul Print Pages:  Page 248 from Issue 39 Savage memories Yehuda Amichai I think these days of the wind in your hair, and of my years in the world which preceded your coming, and of the eternity to which I proceed before you; and I think of the bullets that did not kill me, but killed my friends- ...
John Rybicki
Say My Name Print Pages:  Page 56 from Issue 121 John Rybicki Say My Name Say my name is ash and I keep it in my pocket to play with. Say I'm hammering my fingers on the air like ... Now who's a good sound to try through your fingers, owl-like, who who, only I wish my fingers ...
Haim Gouri
My Samsons Print Pages:  Page 272 from Issue 39 weariness into iron and youth into an open wound. ... them out of themselves.-translated by Robert Friend My Samsons Bairn Gouri Look, my Samsons are coming ... Crickets. Look, my Samsons are coming back, their Delilahs at their feet; they move along my boulevard. ...
Alfonso D'Aquino
[I am the insect from my forest]; [The sun opens its lips and tells us] Print Pages:  Page 103 ... from my forest] I am the insect from my forest Step by step astray among the grass Under the red shadow of the flowers Under the gentle rain of the afternoon In the clearest verdure I flap my wings And my shadow lifts ...
My Nymphomaniac Once when I was too young to know any god damn thing about women I stood ... then she reached her long fingers under the legs of my shorts and found me so my legs straightened out on their own as if I were at attention then she kissed my mouth so I couldn’t breathe my god and she pulled her ...

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