Poems
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Time machine
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
Without it really ever having begun -
Under the foreign rain, fragment XVIII
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Juan Gelman
Translated by Peter Boyle
The wind that comes into the kitchen tears at the poster with the face of an actress from the silent movies, Mary Pickford maybe. She is beautiful. Her gentle eyes shine delicately. With her mouth, they shape the most tender smile, a silent half-smile.
We too, here, are actors from the silent movies. Our e… -
Countries longing for their inhabitants
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nujoom Al-Ghanem
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan.
We think we are in peace -
Robespierre
By Ali Alizadehfor Justin Clemens
Love begins where politics ends.
Alain Badiou -
Mother says that it’s a memory
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Eva Ström
Translated by Maria Freij
Mother says that it’s a memory
and I can have it -
Five Minutes
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
In the street’s celebration, fear, -
Chinese Journey 10
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Olga Sedakova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
Great is the artist, knowing no duty
except the duty of the brush at play: -
Night Bird
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gülten Akin
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
We escaped the sounds of a city that didn't embrace us, -
Beautiful Mother
By Michael FarrellYou’ve always associated the two terms together
partly due to your reading of Schiller; partly due
to your watching of Kimba. Kimba sublimates
his mother in the water. You’ve always thought -
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Heiner Müller
Translated by Sam Langer.
VISITING THE ELDER STATESMAN His health -
The Joys of Mathematics
By Peter BoyleAt fifty I will begin my count towards the infinite numbers.
At negative ninety nine I will start my walk towards the
infinitesimally small. -
The New Ten Commandments
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Do not light up a match in a forest
A bird is afraid of fire! -
The Anti-travel Travel Poem
By Adam AitkenThe anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we left behind
I dreamed of walking boots that wouldn't lace -
Concrete Poem
By Kate FaganThe beginning of duration
The infinity of cells
The form of unknowing
The hopelessness of dropped article -
A Clown
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
I knew him, you see, infinite jester, -
Rilke Renditions: 1
By Chris EdwardsA stink arose — Boom! — or maybe an O, sang Orpheus, as he
yearned toward his Big Mistake. What horror! What a Blockage of the
earways! Oh, and as the verse-writing gang got steadily closer —
fanged, winking, full of wanderlust, a vortex -
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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 -
I Know How to be in Love
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Mohammad Hossein Abedi
Translated by Laetitia Nanquette and Ali Alizadeh
I know how to be in love, -
The Satisfaction of Speech
By Fiona HileStretched out across the selfish wool table,
I fix on a mood in the high key of you,
twiddle my hi-viz wedding ring
and laugh at the way rhyme and metre
