Poems
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Things that happen
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gonca Ozmen
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
I learnt compassion from water -
APPRENTICE WANTED
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Refik Durbaş
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
Master, my hands -
The Banker who owns the stars
By Peter BoyleThe banker who owns the stars took me to his observatory on a hill outside Rome. “Look,” he said, “that one is where I will live and that one is for my daughter and that one where my wife will live.” “Do people who have no money also go to stars after they die?” I ask. “Of course”, he shrugs calmly, “they will have to spend their time with the wor… -
White-Tailed Deer
By Martin HarrisonThe small thump from nowhere, someone turning
a piece of tin, a door’s buffeting noise closing across the gulley,
a neighbour - what are they doing out there? - dropping a trailer or a drum
in a paddock where damp grass’s been drying out these last twenty minutes -
Horror Tuesday
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
The dormant -
Creatures
By Michael Farrellsnow still lies upon the ground it didnt
do much damage the buffalo hopped from
one perch to another the ground was
too steep to bring up a lorry the -
Robespierre
By Ali Alizadehfor Justin Clemens
Love begins where politics ends.
Alain Badiou -
Why are there so many poems about goldfish?
By Fiona HileIt’s not as if they speak to us of some tequila
moonscape lost to sense, though the telepathy
of our own hand-coded secrets might. Python
Technology integrates our systems more -
Chinese Journey 2
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Olga Sedakova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
The pond says:
if only I had hands and a voice, -
O the childish fear of loss
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
O the childish fear of loss
with which the first-form girl -
No one for themselves, everyone for no one
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
As it seems to me the harsh light -
Knives
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Amal Al-Jubouri
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
Each river bank
is a knife. -
My Ruined Lyrics
By Jill Jones“You forget whole years, and not necessarily the least important ones.”
—Javier Marías,The Dark Back of Time
1. Hold On -
A Poem for the Master who quenches steel with water
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Refik Durbaş
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
The Poet says:
Who can compare what I give to words -
Feed the orchid
By Pam Brownsays the note
near the radio,
tuning in to
New Weird Australia, -
Beer Garden (Chinese)
By Antigone KefalaTranslated by Antigone Kefala
《啤酒园》
安提戈妮·克法拉 (著)
欧阳昱 (译) -
Inside the poems
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
You cannot make a living -
On the Chemin de Fer
By Adam AitkenOn railway land
Chemin de Fer,
avenue of graded lime.
On each side weeds: -
Two Poems by Irene Philologos
By Peter BoyleWhen all that dreadful predictability
comes trudging up from the depths of the universe,
pleading “Say me. . . give voice to my long life”,
how beautiful to hear the waterdrop -
Beautiful Mother
By Michael FarrellYou’ve always associated the two terms together
partly due to your reading of Schiller; partly due
to your watching of Kimba. Kimba sublimates
his mother in the water. You’ve always thought