Poems
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The Party
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
No one was absent.
Cain sharpens his knife in the kitchen -
Scenes
By Pam Brownwhat’s graspable
on the starless night
of the blackout
as the gleaming cars -
Wave
By Jill JonesThe traffic begins its wave,
the sky is threaded with exhaust,
the blind man has a ticket, your bag
is heavy today, the traffic is beautiful -
A Portable Crush
By Fiona HileRiding on such instruments as a large aluminium
hemisphere, syndicated falconry of gifts and predilections
propose dilutions of solemn music played through ploughs
of lidding ink and fare renderings of infinite tapping bells. -
1967 Encouraged The Right Vote Now?
By Lionel FogartyReferendum who will vote for see –
Citizen to who will write the truth.
Refer what census over prohibition of us,
Who custom attitudes still stands by the old -
The Silent Procession
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Walking the streets
hands in my torn pockets -
Creatures
By Michael Farrellsnow still lies upon the ground it didnt
do much damage the buffalo hopped from
one perch to another the ground was
too steep to bring up a lorry the -
Rugged up winter scene
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
I feel nothing and move through silent motorcades.
The world is wrapped in golden paper. -
The quenine of p
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
A poetic form: the quenine of p
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Countries longing for their inhabitants
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nujoom Al-Ghanem
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan.
We think we are in peace -
A Clown
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
I knew him, you see, infinite jester, -
The Marriage Diary
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Dorothea Rosa Herliany
Translated by Mona Zahra Attamimi.
when i married you, i silenced my need for your fidelity. -
It's quiet, as in time of war.
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
It's quiet, as in time of war.
I lie on my back, alone, -
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By Michael Farrell[from Codas]
this is cinema made by people
shuffling in gumboots & suggests
the divines become an apostrophe -
He Extrapolates (Chinese)
By Gig RyanTranslated by Ouyang Yu
《他在推演》
吉格·莱恩 （著）
欧阳昱 （译） -
The Lorena Letters
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Dorothea Rosa Herliany
Translated by Mona Zahra Attamimi.
have you still kept that knife?
don’t rinse off the blood. i still can hear that sweet groan. -
The Banker who owns the stars
By Peter BoyleThe banker who owns the stars took me to his observatory on a hill outside Rome. “Look,” he said, “that one is where I will live and that one is for my daughter and that one where my wife will live.” “Do people who have no money also go to stars after they die?” I ask. “Of course”, he shrugs calmly, “they will have to spend their time with the wor… -
Robespierre
By Ali Alizadehfor Justin Clemens
Love begins where politics ends.
Alain Badiou -
Evening Star
By Ali AlizadehThis happened to me. 1994: She radiated
like a celestial, perusing the pages
to unnerve me. Was I so positive
of money as an imperative? She closed -
A Poem for the Master who quenches steel with water
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Refik Durbaş
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
The Poet says:
Who can compare what I give to words
