Poetry We Admire: The Body
Earlier this June I went tide pooling with a group of students. I was reading Carl Phillips again, …
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Missing
I split the horizon of my body to get to the center— / a sparkly soft bellied fish, small enough / to swim in the color of your eye.
Land Was Useless
“once / having a / taste / upon the tongue that I was never able to name / I ran a mad dash / for water”
Aftermath
O hands that wound, / no one sung this song to you, / no one rimmed your neck with shame.
The Guest #14
By Robin Myers
In The Guest, poet and literary translator Robin Myers explores poetry translation as process, practice, vocation, meditation, and craft. Drawing both on her own projects-in-progress and the work of other translators, The Guest is a kind of diary, a thinking-out-loud about the pleasures, challenges, and decisions required—and invited—by bringing poems into another language. To do them justice and to make them new.
IF I’M CAUGHT BETWEEN A BADGE AND A HARD PLACE THREE HOURS AFTER THE STREET LIGHTS TURN ON
will you stain the sky in black smoke / will you tell ghost stories / over the ashes of this empire /
The Distinguished Thing: A Colloquy
By Diane Kerr
“One part of the fear of being dead is the fear of not being really dead.”
Poetry We Admire: Transition
Palette is back with another Poetry We Admire for May—curated by a new editor!