Four Romanian Poems— Eliza Macadan
Translated from the Romanian by Iuliana Pittman Image used for representation. I dream again, it snowsI break open ‘till the endbruised, I look downI’m losing all battles with sleepI kiss my father’s…...
The Downpour & Other Poems— Annelisa Alleva
Translated from the Italian by Elena Buia Rutt Image used for representation. The Downpour In the morning no light penetrated through the shuttersthe sky was looming darkWe went out with…...
The Past Indefinite & Other Poems— Lidija Dimkovska
Translated from the Macedonian by Ljubica Arsovska and Patricia Marsh Image used for representation. The Past Indefinite Life is everything that happensbetween tomorrow and yesterday.My grandmother with big pans of wateropening the…...
Two Hindi Poems— Anamika
Translated from the Hindi by Moulinath Goswami Image used for representation. Uncalled For In my treasurymy mother had left mea sackful of ‘next birth’and seven cartons of ‘previous birth’. The…...
Unpublished French Poems— Tanella Boni
Translated from the French by Patrick Williamson Image used for representation It's a paper suna sun adorned with big dreamsthat you’ll open at dawnamong your singing wordsthe memory of the…...
Crystal & Other Poems— Salih Bolat
Translated from the Turkish by Gökçenur Ç and Neil P. Doherty Image used for representation We'll Come we'll come with the songsa forest sings asit burns. our voices will be scatteredon…...
Time Dies & Other Poems— Diego Valeri
Translated from the Italian by Laura Valeri Time Dies High above the hills, the flaming space of a dispersed sunset where a faint topaz moon inscribes an arc and fades hoary. Grottos of shadow…...
Two Hindi Poems— Dr. Kumar Vishwas
Translated from the Hindi by Moulinath Goswami Do Not Grieve Sartre!You worry about human existencedon't you?Do not grieve philosopherI shall explain to youmomentswith full self-consciousnessI shall show you the real pictureof the triumphanthuman race—along the edges…...
The Phantom & Other Poems— Sudip Bose
Translated from the Bengali by Aritra Chatterjee Raj Kumar Singh And sometimes the girls do slip and become lonely. On such solitary nights, they rehearse their steps behind the doors. Down the stairs, in…...