Don't ask how many complaints I have about her black curls. I am so undone because of her that it's beyond telling. Let no one abandon heart and faith in hope of fidelity. I did. Do not ask me how sorry I am. With one gulp of wine which troubles no one I drew…
in times of rebellion, the seasons perversely scurry by; on cloudy days, the sun is quick to set. speechless, I scratch my white head and lean, grief-stricken, on the eastern gate.
If I flash, you'll appear. Backs turned from the present, how can they hope to greet you? You're just like me, predicted for the very place we'll miss each other. Like lightning and thunder— though we come as one, we're revealed as two.
There are two things you have to worry about about her: she opens up for you and she closes up on you, but you shouldn't worry too much about it because this is the way she is and this is the way you are: You just shouldn't mention her name. She loves you in her…
Fragrant grass on the spring bank in Pa-ling, mist thick in the willows, music fills the towers. The tune of a parting song: my heart is shattered to pieces. Today I bid you farewell a myriad times. Red flecked jade plates, gold flecked cups. I must urge you, …
trans. Spanish Gregory Rabassa 18. Jakarta is Here We were living the heroic eve. But I had one worry: the condition of the tanks that on June 29th, the morning of the tanking, when Madman Soupez brought them out to take the Moneda, didn't look so good. The general in charge of the tank formations…
MASTHEAD Directors DeWitt Henry Peter O'Malley Coordinating Editor for This Issue Stratis Haviaras Managing Editor Susannah Lee CONTRIBUTORS Anna Akhmatova / trans. Judith Hemschemeyer. Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966), one of the great Russian poets of the 20th century, had a career spanning 55 years. Her early, startlingly original love lyrics won her almost instant fame, but…
A white horse, a jade crop, and gilded reins: so easy for a young man to say farewell. The road into the distance is a million miles long. If you're saddened by clouds and water in a strange land, fill your cup with wine, I beg you with tears. …
trans. Portuguese Lisa Sapinkopf 1. Luminous the abolished days When noon bent the columns' shadows And the blue of the sky was drinking up the earth Grown calm in the murmur Of the foliage and the gods. 2. L'Age D'Airain (Rodin) Slowly, slowly, before the light, Laden with shadows and weight, Pulling his body up…
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