3/3.A day will come, for sure, when thirst quenched,.we will have gone beyond memory, and death.will have finished hatred’s work, and I.will have become a bunch of nettles under your feet. But, look, you need to know I had a face like you. A mouth that prayed, like you.

2/3.My blood is on the streets, may it—oh, may it not—.cry out for vengeance. The hunter’s horn is sounded. The hounds are on the track. So let me now speak to you in words we once shared,.though few still make sense.

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Excerpt from "Préface en Prose" by Benjamin Fondane, trans. John Balaban & Donka Farkas . 1/3.I am talking to you, my opposite Others. I am talking man to man.with that bit of myself which remains a man.that bit of my voice still stuck in my throat.

Here lie the dreams we put to rest. And there, the things we meant to say. Further on, those bits of faith. Mindless things, they bore no pain,.and easily went to their graves. It’s we who are not quite the same. —From "Dear Friends" by Wendy Videlock, Autumn 2013 #poem

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The unborn of our honored race.sleep soundly. They have an alibi. —From the archives, an excerpt from “The Alibi” by Ștefan Augustin Doinaș, trans. John Balaban, Winter 2019

2/2 .then the man succeeds in taking us all in.when he puts her back contrariwise,.leans and smiles—Don’t you be doin’ that again. And a boy grows in the light, and a man loses.because he loves.

From the archives, an excerpt of "A Game of Chess" by Cally Conan-Davies, Autumn 2018:. 1/2.Here, I am given the space to see.the boy let go his queen.too soon, the look on his face. The man takes the queen away.and the empty square is an immensity.the boy cannot move

A rational book in an irrational world can be a welcome oasis. —From the archives, "A Cast of Individuals" by David Mason, Summer 2019

At noon no shadows show themselves. Now I must live in death’s vacancy,.full of sheer clear pictures that haunt. —from “The Light Around Your Death” by Elizabeth Spires #poem #poetry #poetrylovers

An antidote to the existential solitariness of an increasingly unpredictable and unglued modern life. —Asako Serizawa reviews Goodnight Tokyo by Atsuhiro Yoshida, tr. by Haydn Trowell @EuropaEditions #bookreview #bookrecommendation #translatedliterature

More straightforward and more traditional. Our Evenings begins like a familiar type of English bildungsroman…All this is a familiar, even comforting, pattern in the English novel. —Tom Wilhelmus on Our Evenings by Alan Hollinghurst @randomhouse

Overlaps, patches of tone, erasures that left ghost images echoing more assertive lines, and occasional deviations from vertical and horizontal became eloquent players in subtle dramas. —Karen Wilkin reviews Myron Stout at Peter Freeman Gallery

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3/3.“Longing was once a big part of poetry,” he writes, “but now it’s better to just say you’re flying.” Longing has never disappeared from life or poetry. Mere statement—just say you’re flying—goes only so far and no further in poetry.

2/3.There is no richness of language or strangeness of vocabulary…no deep sense of musicality, no rhetorical sprezzatura or even plain old metaphor….There is a couplet in the final section which, to me, embodies the limitations of Billy Collins’ poetry.

Bruce Whiteman reviews Water, Water by Billy Collins from Random House:. 1/3.That is evidence of artfulness enough, I suppose; but together with Collins’ devotion to stanzas of equal length in many of the poems, here to my ear is where his poetic qualities begin and end.

Powers continues his career-long investigations into scientific knowledge from his familiar “aerial” perspective, one in which all human speculation is conceived. as an inherited form of “play.”. —Tom Wilhelmus on Playground by Richard Powers @wwnorton

Now a riverbank, with a ferry waiting. Should I begin to worry?. —“When We Gather at the River” by David Hamilton #poem #poetry #poetrylovers