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Teenager

Wislawa Szymborska

‘I know much more — / but nothing for sure.’

The Afterlife of Trees and Their Lovers

Sumana Roy

‘It is difficult to imagine a history of trees / without man in it. Man as tree, Tree as tale.’

The Butcher

Stephen Sexton

‘Outside deer are nowhere to be seen and inside / the radio spectrum fills up with sorrowful little packets of data.’

The Passing of the Contemplative Life

D. Ptryrczwz

‘she was not among those / I’d expected I might meet’

The Reckoning

Armand Garnet Ruffo

‘the earth will heal / eventually / magnificently / when our species / is gone’

The Self-Illuminated

Don Paterson

‘One, perhaps his psalter, / the other, a manuscript, or a portable altar.’

The Self-Illuminated

Don Paterson

Don Paterson reads his poem, ‘The Self-Illuminated’ in memoriam Peter Porter, from Granta 119: Britain.

The Swing

Don Paterson

‘the honest fulcrum of the hour / that engineers our ghost’

Three Poems

Chus Pato

‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.

Three poems

Mary Ruefle

‘One of the loveliest possibilities / is that the truth is made of glass’

Three Poems

Katha Pollitt

‘Nobody wanted to hear / about the rain or its father / or leviathan slicing the deeps / at the black edge of the world / under the cold blue light of the Pleiades.’

Three Poems

Sophie Robinson

‘you can call my price by any name and she will come just the same’

Two Poems

Karen Solie

‘Profit / unites great distances, yet its heart / beats inside us’

Two Poems

Natalie Shapero

‘If I had no money for every time / I saw a stock photo of an empty / pocket being pulled inside-out, I’d / have no money.’