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Passing Place
Helen Mort
‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’
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.’
Revelations
Ange Mlinko
‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’
sleeping far from home
Soledad Marambio
‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’
Somewhere the Wave
Derek Mahon
‘a voice, not quite a voice, in the sea distance / listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle’
Song
Silvina Ocampo
‘Oh, nothing, nothing is mine. / I am like the reflections of a gloomy lake / or the echo of voices at the bottom of a blue / well when it has rained.’