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Pax Americana

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘It looks like life, or its oasis.’

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(To A)

Harold Pinter

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

Salad Days

Barbara Ras

‘nothing in those early evenings free / of care could have prepared you’

Sampati

Vikram Seth

‘Why do you cry?’

Supernovae

Ellen Rachlin

‘Theory cannot be tangible fact / like driving on I-95 to get to a lecture / on supernovae.’

Swine

ko ko thett

‘I rode bareback, I rode out all the revolutions.’

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

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

Mary Ruefle

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

Three Poems

Sophie Robinson

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

Two Poems

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘It was a cruelty I first tried to blame on nature, / Then on growing up, on falling off, on it being / Just an old myth.’

Two Poems

Caitlin Scarano

‘didn’t antlers grow from his head / whenever my mother’s back was turned?’

Two Poems

Sandra Simonds

‘Police brutality makes me want to starve / myself to death and loneliness / is a drag’

Two Poems

Pascale Petit

‘His sheets smell of formalin. / She feels as if her insides // are outside her, in a freezer.’

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.’

Two Poems

Karen Solie

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

Undo it

Carl Phillips

‘I can almost see again: we’ll drown anyway’

Vinod Kumar Shukla: Two Poems

Vinod Kumar Shukla

‘The truth is, though no one says it, / They’re all worried about their children.’

Walk Laramidia

Swati Rana

‘Imagine all the prodigal / People, hoping only to / Escape every human mistake.’

Wallace Stevens’s Memory

Armand Garnet Ruffo

‘It was / a line that signaled absolute forgetting / and it made me want to weep into my drink’

Why A Colored Girl Will Slice You If You Talk Wrong About Motown

Patricia Smith

‘Their newborn children grew / like streetlights. We grew like insurance payments. / We grew like resentment.’

Your Youth

Kelly Schirmann

‘I have never been in love / with so many variants of nothing.’