The bones of a daytime moonthen the shock of them across it: using their arms like wings,wheeling above Middleton Moor now as one body,now as many. They fly in wax jacketsand blue check shirts, plaid jumpers and high vis,magpie-black leather. Sometimes you might catcha bracelet falling like a feather, feel the plumage of a skirt,the…
original Gaelic poem with English translation by the author mo chasan a’ leughadhleabhar-cumha ruadh an fhoghair eòlas nan dùil sgrìobhteann an làmh rèimeil nan tùsag innse dhomh gu’n d’fhiachan sgeul ath-aithris,nach eil anns an lobhadh ach bruadar agus gu bheil guirme fàisna chuisle maireannach fo na buin an do mhothaich thu do sheann ghaol,mar a shaoil thu tuaineala…
original Irish poem with English translation by Gillian Clarke ar ôl “Bird Watching” R. S. Thomas A daeth taith fawrddwsinau o ddrudwnsi ben. Nid sbienddrycho bell yn gorwelioeu plu sy. Ond heddiwseicdreiddwyr eu cof sy’n nodi sain eu hen ganiadau. Wedi clwydodeffro wnant, ehedanti bedwar ban, cydganant,hymian mewn ffurfafenfel taflen Ysgol Gân,llond galeri yn oedfa’r nos,a’r Gymanfa yn agosáu. Altos…
original Irish poem with English translation by the author faiteadhsúile feithidei bhforaois fearthainnei mBorneó chuir gála gaoitheag réabadh na tíre,ag pleancadhscioból tuí is monarchan iata,scoileanna réamhdhéantais tithe taibhsíó Cheann Mhalainnego Carn Uí Néid gur reoigh an fhuili gcuislí miotailna sreang aibhléise,bhuail poc sí gach fón póca in Éirinnis shlog gach duine acua theanga féin;bhí soilse…
In the middle of my life I had the most marvelous piece of luck I entered a hotel and among golfers pregnant with beautiful minor worries watched the cheerleaders gallop as James Wright said terribly against each other’s bodies but really it was not except for their cries of happiness bouncing off the mountains surrounding…
after Joy Harjo The verb has a long history of violence: to takeis to grab, seize or capture, esp. by force; noteits hard k set against the long vowel, a sign ofintent, this cave of sound. He took her by the throat and shook her is one in a proliferationof examples. To enter into possession…
Oak branches shuffling slow amends in the sorry wind, as if trying to pushA large gift into your arms. Step back into your dusty boots, love, left & Right then, creased like fruits gone to rot. Filling up an outline of myself,Is all. You’re the reason here they call a mouth a trap. Everybody’s safest…
it starts in rage not anger or rancor or a bitch corneredwhose fear-fuelled snarl turns fit nor the politesse of somepale Ramon screaming no more of a jonesing more veins stretched as pig gutover sphincter mince more a thumbnail that breaks theskin to pull a strip or length of rind to find neither plasma nor…
when the sun un-sets, and vanilla wakefulness is stillsomewhat subservient to sleep’s dirty kingdom? Well there I was, inside some sixteenth-century Paduaand I watched agog as pretty maids in period underclothes scamperedlaughing down a palace’s back stairs; and on those stairs, wedged pressed against a wallbetween the ceiling and the floor, there stood but one…
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