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from Long Talking Bad Conditions Blues

Ronald Sukenick

‘She was visibly ageing you could tell / that soon it was going to be a long / desperate race between cellulite and silicone’.

From the Flood Plain

Jamie McKendrick

‘No flood as parched as this’

Handkerchief

Ghassan Zaqtan

‘Nothing’s left to say between us / everything went / into the train that hid its whistle.’

Hang It Up

Anne Carson

‘hang up your blood cell phone mr white slaver’

High Table

Craig Raine

‘The inescapable smoke of her gown’

How Long is the Coast of Britain?

Jynne Martin

‘It is the hour for farewells. It is the hour.’

I had wondered about the signs of burning

John Kinsella

‘None of it made sense. The house shows / no signs – the old core of the house as it is now – / of fire, of giving up the ghost.’

In the Village

Derek Walcott

‘I came up out of the subway and there were / people standing on the steps as if they knew / something I didn’t.’

In the village of the mothers

Vénus Khoury-Ghata

‘The wells are kept for the use of the dead who splash the / walls with their silence.’

Inheritance

Sadaf Halai

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

Meeting the psychiatrist’s wife

Lorraine Mariner

‘The psychiatrist’s wife / has a dress the colour / of that bottle of claret / you shouldn’t have drunk / last night.’

Midnight on Lake Michigan

Diego Báez

‘But really, your disappearance / has never been a question of whether.’

Nature Study: Spots

Kay Ryan

‘Like something / that might also / happen in the head,’

Oak

Jamie McKendrick

‘When my father saw an advert in the Echo / for a big house at a peppercorn rent / he rang.’

Observations on the Ground

Mary Ruefle

‘Those flowers belong to the dead.’

On Jupiter Place

Nicholas Christopher

‘I didn’t know who she was anymore / maybe I never did or could –’

Opening Invocation

Jean-Paul de Dadelsen

‘Or otherwise, leaving the shore of the intermediate sea, / has it been a while since they’ve gone ahead / into the interior of lands of the spirit?’

Passing Place

Helen Mort

‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’

Pax Americana

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘It looks like life, or its oasis.’

Pay Attention

Sophie Cabot Black

‘I can only do what is here. But you / Have an entire congregation of choice’

PK 754

Yasmeen Hameed

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

Poem
(To A)

Harold Pinter

‘I shall miss you so much when I am dead’

Post-Elegy

Wayne Miller

‘After the plane went down, / the cars sat for weeks in long-term parking. / Then, one by one, they began to disappear / from among the cars of the living.’

Postscript

John Burnside

'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'

Promenading

Chris Emery

A poem by Chris Emery, taken from his forthcoming collection The Departure.

Remembered Summer

Troy Jollimore

‘Our conversations faltered, the celestial musicians / took a break between sets, and all the little engines / we had so painstakingly gathered and constructed / lapsed into stillness for a few brief moments.’

Requiem

Jill Osier

‘I watch her help, / gathering the leaves to her like love, / hiding herself.’

Revelations

Ange Mlinko

‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’

Sampati

Vikram Seth

‘Why do you cry?’

Saturday Night

Lavinia Greenlaw

‘Do they dance for those creatures / whose unmade selves / come unbuttoning out of the dark?’