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The Door Was Open and the House Was Dark

Seamus Heaney

‘I called his name, although I knew / The answer this time would be silence / That kept me standing listening while it grew.’

Granta 112

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Yasmeen Hameed

‘Tell me, what is this cry of pain in the air?’

Granta 127

Two Poems

Kimiko Hahn

‘Certainly the tide or the dog striding along the sluff of seaweed, / this afternoon – brown, light green, black green, white and red.’

Granta 115

Inheritance

Sadaf Halai

‘It made the sound of / a small balloon dropping.’

Granta 127

Three Poems

Sakutarō Hagiwara

‘What I do not have is Everything: / how is it that I won’t bear this neediness?’

Granta 132

woman is a construct

Angélica Freitas

‘woman is basically meant / to be a residential complex / all the same / all plastered over / just in different colors’

Granta 115

Black Against the Sky, the Giant Mothers

Selima Hill

‘Black against the sky the giant mothers / are whispering together in the moonlight’

Granta 127

The Japanese Firefly Squid

Kimiko Hahn

‘nothing like an ancient corridor where a / woman is stripped of resistance.’

Granta 118

Station

Ishion Hutchinson

‘The train station was a cemetery. / Drunk with spirits, another being entered.’

Granta 129

Terror

Kimiko Hahn

‘The lemon shark / who returns to the same mangrove-lined shallows / every year to give birth.’

Granta 105

Two Poems

Jack Gilbert

‘Loneliness is the mother’s milk of America. / The heart is a foreign country whose language none / of us is good at. ’

Granta 130

Two Poems

Minal Hajratwala

‘The unicorns are a technology / we cannot yet approximate.’