By Li Jianjun
这是夏天的某一个上午
我得到了一条山谷
以及山谷里的马匹
羊群、百灵鸟和九十九棵山杏树
然而我不能告诉你这条山谷的名字
这是我对神做出的承诺
我得到了一条山谷
以及山谷里的马匹
羊群、百灵鸟和九十九棵山杏树
然而我不能告诉你这条山谷的名字
这是我对神做出的承诺
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- By Li JianjunTranslated By Wang PingOne morning in summer
I came upon a valley
With a school of horses
Sheep, larks, and ninety-nine apricot… - By Chris HoshnicDá’ák’eh ahooł’níi niłch’i doo naadą́ą́.
Naadą́ niłch’i
Doo Sodizin.
Niłchi adiin goo
Sodizin bee ’adoolnii… - By Doug Gonzalezonly I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. …
- By Hershman JohnLast Easter, I gave my mother-in-law a large, brown, simple ceramic
Navajo water pot, shiny with pine… - By James JoyceI heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing… - By Meredith Strickerin the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
repopulate serpentine deltas - By Carolyn ForchéThese are your stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield… - By Timothy DonnellyAnd though we had fed long and well at the table
the talk always turned to whether to go on
regardless… - By Andrew FrisardiPRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born… - By Don Domanski*
clouds creak in the sky
herons creak in the sky.
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the dark approaches itself
from all sides once again… - By Peter O’LearyIn a wind
the lake's scissoring surface
and the Sun's vernal glare
the gulls cut to curls
in their turns… - By Kristi Stoutthere is a woman in love with my husband. she buried a lamb this morning i didn’t. ahead of myself. …
- By James JoyceHe travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they … - By Peter O’LearyThe great spastic glass of the Sun
in winter's going glare. :: Wind's antic helicoid
winding upward through… - By William OlsenMy father bought us this trip, he'd taken it, he wanted to give us an experience,
our eyes to see for… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflection
Staring at each other arguing over insects
It wasn… - By Tilsa OttaVi una manada de sapos mirándose entre ellos
Discutiendo insectos en el cauce de mi reflejo
No fue rom… - By Bertrand N. O. WalkerLonely, open, vast and free,
The dark'ning desert lies;
The wind sweeps o'er it fiercely,
And the yellow… - By Emily Wilsonstripped batting of cloud
glimpsed ligaments
dusk coming up under
lithographic, nib-hatchings
instruments click
the fine-sprung locust
replicate dinge along hill-lines
tailings of umber, the rust smudge
There is still that hemmed ocean of oaks
the various reds, the somehow
silver cast over the...