Edith Södergran, excerpt of “Animalistic Hymn”, trans. by Brooklyn Copeland, for Poetry Magazine
I can’t undo all I have done unto myself, what I have let an appetite for love do to me.
I have wanted all the world, its beauties and its injuries; some days, I think that is punishment enough.
— Maya C. Popa, from “Dear Life,” published in Poetry
While on the train, folks will look around like they just saw a ghost and ask what smells like it is burning and I know they will mean me Which translates to me being the one with the dead dog Which means they will know I am the one who did not listen to her mother Who plays with ghosts and doesn’t expect a fire or man to burn my house down
— Ashley August, from “Superstition,” published in Poetry
— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” published in Poetry
Edith Södergran, excerpt of “Strange Sea”, trans. by Averill Curdy, for Poetry Magazine
Li-Young Lee, “Changing Places in the Fire” in Poetry Magazine