organic chemistry; prelude in b sharp
By Laura Yasan Translated, from the Spanish, by Phoebe Carter organic chemistry all the time it takes the heart to forget music and get used to the sound of dead leaves emitted by memory when it moves on all …
Category: Spanish
Unsent Letter (and two other poems)
Originals by Ángel José Fernández Translated, from the Spanish, by Yasmín Rojas Unsent letter [A terrestrial message] … love towards cherished ones is in you a lot more than in me. In you, it is a daily state, in me …
“Ode to Oranges”
Original poem by Joel G. Burke Ode to “Oranges” The first time I walked with a girl, I was fifteen. November. Her hair shivered crisply, her breath, a circling hummingbird that cannot land on a flower trapped under snow. But …
“A Daily Verse”
Translation by Maria Bartlett A Daily Verse Washing my hair I am one with the water Drying my hair I am one with the air Combing my hair I am one with the comb Laughing I am …
“A Dog Has Died
Translation by Lorena Espinoza A Dog Has Died My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to an old, oxidized machine. Someday he will join me Right here in this spot. Now he has gone with …
“The Dream”
Translation by E. Rose The Dream The Dream VII Every time I leave you I keep the splendor of your last Gaze is my eyes. And, then, I run to lock myself up, I turn off the lights, I evade …
“Hummingbird Love … (dedicated to you)”
Translated by Janie N. Paz Hummingbird Love… (dedicated to you) In the dark night from my window I dream of your arrival hummingbird of the dawn Embraced to the flight that is born from your wings I want to …
“Petrushka”
translated, from the Spanish, by Ayden LeRoux Like an therld sailor, he scans the horizon with his binoculars. He doesn’t look at the blue horizon line though; his eyes follow the serpentine sketch of the road that crosses through the …
Velveta
Veleta Viento del Sur, moreno, ardiente, llegas sobre mi carne, trayéndome semilla de brillantes miradas, empapado de azahares. Pones roja la luna y sollozantes los álamos cautivos, pero vienes ¡demasiado tarde! ¡Ya he enrollado la noche de mi cuento en …
Wind Vane
Wind Vane Southern Wind, dark, burning, you arrive over my flesh, bringing me seeds of brilliant looks, soggy with orange blossoms. You make the moon red and sob the captive poplars, but you come so late! I have already rolled …