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Four Poems

Mark Waldron

‘Just look at those nasty trees flaunt / their leaves, each one a tra-la-la.’

Three Poems

Miyó Vestrini

‘It was fake that your hugs were convulsive / and your furies unpredictable.’ Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer.

Two Poems

Yanyi

‘It murmurs beneath the crust of the ground, or a person who serves as the ground you stand on.’