Poems
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Why the Minotaur is Always Sad
By Peter BoyleSo many years underground,
his head dizzy from bumping all those memory-clouds.
Always to be the centrepiece
of someone else’s puzzle. -
Cold war
By Ouyang YuCold, at this birth
Date of someone almost forgotten
If only remembered by TV
Is all in the knee -
Time is precious, I know
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Tua Forsström
Translated by Maria Freij
Time is precious, I know,
to each enough of one’s own suffering. -
One lunch in the village doesn't make a poem yet
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Sam Langer.
here it is, however -
Robespierre
By Ali Alizadehfor Justin Clemens
Love begins where politics ends.
Alain Badiou -
Beer Garden (Chinese)
By Antigone KefalaTranslated by Antigone Kefala
《啤酒园》
安提戈妮·克法拉 （著）
欧阳昱 （译） -
Rilke Renditions: 1
By Chris EdwardsA stink arose — Boom! — or maybe an O, sang Orpheus, as he
yearned toward his Big Mistake. What horror! What a Blockage of the
earways! Oh, and as the verse-writing gang got steadily closer —
fanged, winking, full of wanderlust, a vortex -
Cloud
By Martin HarrisonSmaller than gnats, almost imperceptible, glistening flies
hovering in their edgeless clusters
shaping and reshaping sideways through winter sun’s white light -
mid-air thrips emanating between shadow and light-ray - -
My Little Chaos
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
These dreams test my patience. -
THE HOTEL HYPERION
By Lisa GortonI. PRESS RELEASE
To honour the Year of Perfected Vision, in 2020
the PDK-4 Corporation signed up its first
Hibernation Astronaut for the missile, ‘After life’, -
The Slide
By Jill JonesSometimes they put you in seas
or rivers without telling you.
The river is dark, let’s say
and trees are low over you. -
A CRYSTAL PALACE GUIDE
By Lisa Gortonfor Lisa Harms
This is the main gate. Now
like something imagined the Palace lies before you, -
Your Terrorist
By Ali AlizadehYou call me a barbarian.
I call you master.
You don’t speak my language.
My words -
Coffee Reading for the Month of September
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
Monday -
One shouldn't look, but I do
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
One shouldn't look, but I do
at the beggar rummaging in the dump, -
The somnambulant Ear
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Translated by Peter Lach-Newinsky
How to ever get back to sleep
when in the deserted hour -
Rilke Renditions: III
By Chris EdwardsGood god, give me those magazines. At least they’ll whine about
the same old Men I’m always forgetting. Do you smell something? Lovey?
The sign says, I think, No Spitting. Look at these crossword puzzles —
see how they insinuate furry temples to Apollo for us? Go -
The Anti-travel Travel Poem
By Adam AitkenThe anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we left behind
I dreamed of walking boots that wouldn't lace -
Chinese Journey 10
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Olga Sedakova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Great is the artist, knowing no duty
except the duty of the brush at play: -
like kaf-
By Michael Farrellka no-
one can stand the sounds stan-
ding up head out the win-
dow get-
