Nuar Alsadir

‘The wet in the air is like signal anxiety: life is about to / change.’

Issue 134

Eliza Griswold

Sandra Simonds

‘let us / build the openwork fabric of our garden / on the fear in the body’

Issue 100

Jamie McKendrick

‘No flood as parched as this’

Peter Gizzi

‘I did not understand / the code that held / me to the world.’

Issue 134

Jaan Kaplinski

‘I don’t remember whether I believed that I could just / abandon one life to begin another’

Lev Ozerov

‘A piece of boxwood, gripped in a vise, / waits on the workbench for his knife.’ Poetry by Lev Ozerov, translated from the Russian by Boris Dralyuk, and introduced by Robert Chandler.

Issue 124

Ellen Bryant Voigt

Issue 141

Benoit Jutras

‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.

Issue 114

Juan Felipe Herrera

Ghassan Zaqtan

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

Anne Carson

‘hang up your blood cell phone mr white slaver’

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’

Issue 103

Craig Raine

‘The inescapable smoke of her gown’