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Fish bones walked the waves off Hatteras.
And there were other signs
That Death wooed us, by water, wooed us
By land: among the pines
An uncurled cottonmouth that rolled on moss
Reared in the…
Contributor:
Louise Glück
Places:
Hopewell, United States of America
Date:
1987
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the poem is ugly & they make it uglier
wherein the power resides
that duncan did—or didn’t—understand
when listening that evening to the other poet read
he said “that was pure ugliness” & oh it was
i…
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Jerome Rothenberg
Places:
San Diego, United States of America
Date:
1989
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The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians
Gossiping over tea and noodles on their break
Or talking…
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Robert Pinsky
Places:
Cambridge, United States of America
Date:
1990
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I weep, and am amazed. I have seen death so many times and have controlled myself. Have experienced so much torment, disgrace, and humiliation, and…
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Herman Kruk
Date:
1942
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The days of my life pass by, dissolve like mist.
I don’t know the what and when; I don’t know the who.
Baal and Astarte have grown alien to me.
My kingdom and my foes grow alien, too.
I don’t…
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Shulamit Kalugai
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1941
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And thus it came to pass, and this was the beginning . . . Heavens tell me, why?
Tell me, why this, O why? What have we done to merit such disgrace?
The earth is dumb and…
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Yitshak Katzenelson
Places:
Vittel, Military Administration in France (Vittel, France)
Date:
1944
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But who emptied your shoes of sand
When you had to get up, to die?
The sand which Israel gathered,
Its nomad sand?
Burning Sinai sand,
Mingled with throats of nightingales,
Mingled with wings of…
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Nelly Sachs
Places:
Stockholm, Sweden
Date:
1947
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This urn will be made of fired clay
Of native soil, from Poland, my country
In it are lodged the ashes of my parents
My brothers, daughter, and wife.
The urn will be simple, like a jug
With a small…
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Stanislaw Wygodzki
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1948
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for I. Ehrenburg
Horses weren’t made for water.
They can swim but not too far.
“Gloria” means the same as “glory”—
You will easily remember this part.
Braving the sea, a transatlantic vessel
Ra…
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Boris Slutsky
Date:
1956
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My Lord, how stands it with me now
Who, standing here before you
(who, fierce as you are, are also just).
Cannot bow down. You order this.
Why, therefore, I must break
If bend I will not, yet bend I…
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Eli Mandel
Places:
Toronto, Canada
Date:
1973