DORSOS DE LUZ DE ÁGUAS MAIS PROFUNDAS
DORSOS DE LUZ DE ÁGUAS MAIS PROFUNDASpor Manuel Neto dos Santos59 Poemas ígneos27-31/1/13Para Hilda HilstIn memoriamPois se o sol surge sempreEm lugar certo…Que seja certa a luz de um novo verso.*Eu vejo os sonsE...
POEMS – By Osip Mandelstam, translated by Don Mager
POEMSBy Osip Mandelstam / translated by Don Mager
Untitled
Accept as gladness from my palmsA little sun and a little honeyAs the bees of Persephone directed.
Not to be untied is an unmoored boat,Not to be heard...
A POEM IN WHICH THE MOON REJECTS YOU – By Danielle Hanson
A POEM IN WHICH THE MOON REJECTS YOUBy Danielle Hanson
Instructions on Stripping
Take the rotten unused light of the moon,Add what the mirror sees when it is dark—Forgetting is lovely at night. Throw away all that...
THE LADY’S EYES – By Jules Supervielle, translated by John J. Ronan
THE LADY'S EYESBy Jules Supervielle / translated by John J. Ronan
This woman, whom I know,
seems to herself unknown,
absently off in the heavens
wearing her weary expression,
A rose made of cloth
stiff on its iron stalk,
and pearls...
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POET – By Michael T. Smith
AFTERWORD: OR, THE AMATEUR POETBy Michael T. Smith
Afterword: Or, the Amateur Poet
You thought you gripped the futureWhen you only brushed the dust from your handsand pinched earth's prurient cheekLike that of a chubby,...
IN LIMINE By Eugenio Montale, translated by Mary Jane White
IN LIMINEBy Eugenio Montale / translated by Mary Jane White
IN LIMINE
Delight, then—if the wind re-enter our conservatorybringing back to it, and to you, the surge of our life:here—where a deadtangle of memories subsides,—no garden...
ALFRED AND MOSES – By Timothy Robbins
ALFRED AND MOSESBy Timothy Robbins
Alfred and Moses(for A.E. Housman)
I picture a Merchant Ivory flick.Young classicist with patrician cheeks,face of an Arabian prancer, featuresprecise as a Latin declension.His friend, the rowing Blue, with aClydesdale jaw...
MIDWAY – By Michael Carr
MIDWAYBy Michael Carr
Midway
A student asks me why Dantewandered off the straight path,and I tell him that midwaythrough his life he might findthe answer.
Now, it would just be esoteric.
I wake at three to the soundof...
SYMPHONY – By Amber McCready
SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready
Symphony
If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery dream induced disbelief.I want to sleep like I am in...