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Echo: Dropt Sapphics - by
What cld you potentially – no! – possibly do to mean – O – wait! this feels too facile. So try once again. Make sure it is all sure – steadfast – scalar movements towards god knows what. You request the sun is shut out so you can muse on song. O – but of […]
from Memorial - by
The first to die was PROTESILAUS / A focused man who hurried to darkness / With forty black ships leaving…
The Homecoming - by
For Lois Pereiro
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/ In Ithaca everyone was dead.
/ They say it was me, Argos the dog, who woke first:
/ — Dead, dead, dead!
/ A smell…
Dionysus and the Maiden - by
after Nonnus
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/ I
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/ Her only home was here in this forest, among the high rocks,
/ sending her long arrows in flight through…
‘tell us a story, they said’ - by
tell us a story they said
he thought a long time
unsure, like someone
searching blind in a cave
Ariadne - by
The threid that reeled him in
/ has brocht me oot –
/ oot o the nairra mask
/ o thirled weys
/ tae the clear licht…
Scheherazade - by
Frae the Ukrainian o Mykhailo Drai-Khmara
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/ I pree its peace, this outland garth,
/ As the mirk faas on glamourie:
/ As I hark til…
وطنم - by
وطنم قصۀ غمگينی است
/ برهمه باديه و جنگل و دشت
/ که نوشتن نتوان
/ ***
/ خواب رنگين شب عيد منست
/ سربام و شب…