R/EVOLUTION
Slavko Jendričko
a nomad.
a swallow, my last token,
nomad I don’t know what I write when I’m writing
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RABBIT
Wakako Kaku
Let me have a sheet of drawing paper
Please use the white pastel
to draw a vast snowy
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RADIO
Delimir Rešicki
night, agave, gulls, kontador.
in its burning hot puddle, slowly, towards the bottom,
the
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RADISHES
Yang Li
at 10 in the morning I go off to the Yanfeng Plaza and buy myself five jin radishes back home I
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RAGE
Jin Haishu
rage: at that instant, I was seething with rage,
but rage was pointless
I sat in the car,
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RAIN
Han Dong

when nothing else is going on 
rain is a big event but when some event 
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RAIN
Ali Abdolrezaei
In the sky of a town that turned so decrepit
When I put up my umbrella
I arrive at those
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RAIN AND SUN
Torgeir Rebolledo Pedersen
we are weeping over sons we lost  
tears are griefs that are
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RAIN BARREL VARIATIONS
Jan Wagner
i lifted the lid
and stared into the giant
eye of the blackbird.

*
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RAIN POEM
Jotamario Arbeláez
All my chilhood it rained.
The tall women in the family
fluttered between the wires
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RAIN, MARKET AND A SICK MENTALITY
Basudev Sunani
Outside
The drizzle of rain
Through the night.
Both of us in bed,
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RAINING STONES - KEN LOACH (1993)
José Miguel Silva
The unemployed, by definition, have no
face. It must be embarrassing not to have
a
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RAINMAN
Masayo Koike
When he appears
All grows visibly darker
Suddenly the air takes on dampness
So
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RAINS
Aurelio Arturo
it happens like this
the rain  
a calm counting of syllables
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RANSOM
Dane Zajc
You will pay for everything.
Just being born is the highest price.
A flock of mocking
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RAPESEED
Marcel Beyer
It’s noon, you’re sitting behind the wheel
in an empty country road, a couple of Polish
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RAPPING IN AMSTERDAM
Roni Margulies
Among the grass of Rembrandtpark
a flash of colour shone in the sun
and caught my
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RAT
Kim Hyesoon
Enter the inside of the sunny morning, and it seems as if the scream can always be heard. It’s so
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RAVEN
Dane Zajc
Devours
the star eyes at daybreak.
The ambrosial part of the night face,
cooling
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RAVEN IN HYDE PARK (1989)
Gastão Cruz
With its beak it lifts September’s leaves
in intervals it listens to the music of the birds
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RAVENNA
Adam Zagajewski
This sleepy little town was once the empire’s center.
This baker was Caesar’s baker.
This
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RAW
Roland Jooris
Poetry
is an emergence
stuck fast in the
raw, cracked
awkward
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RAYMOND CARVER
Rogi Wieg
As Raymond Carver wrote. I vaguely remember his lines,
go right, not left. Take that road and
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READ ME YOUR POEMS
Udaya Narayana Singh
You led me, your old lover,
to your new house,

down the valley,
upon the
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READING
Rafi Weichert
 
Someone
reads
a poem
aloud
in an empty
room
and
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READING D.H. LAWRENCE AT NOON
Ángela García
The meaning of life told me to
look at the one who crosses the street

A man with
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READING OCTAVIO PAZ
Peter Semolič
         Tonight I am sailing down all my rivers,
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READING OF HISTORY
Bei Dao
As plum flowers revolt, the hostile dews
Safeguard the darkness engraved by the midday sword
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REALITY
Bai Hua
This is gentleness, not the rhetoric of gentleness 
This is tedium, the sheer fact of
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REASON
Erik Lindner
1. Don't start doubting reason,
reason, reason, reason.
A fly walks from the
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RECALLED AND FORGOTTEN
Natan Zach

He turned walking on water into a kind of art.  He rarely
got
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RECALLS
Hrvoje Pejakovic
A nail in mourning, the last native
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RECEPTION
C.B. Vaandrager
‘Poetry,’ I am in the middle of declaring
to a bunch of unbelieving assholes
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RECIPE FOR MAKING THE COLOUR BLUE
Nuno Júdice
If you wish to make the colour blue
take a piece of sky and put it in a pot
large enough to
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RECITATIVE
Paul van Ostaijen

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RECOMMENDATION
Eli Eliahu
Don’t become a poet.
It’s hard to live like that –
everything a
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RECONSTRUCTION
Mario Suško
Mother will sit at the table
in the cold white kitchen,
waiting for me to bring her
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RECYCLING
Piedad Bonnet
When in a fit of anger my father killed the cat,
Bartolo my cat
because it put its tail in
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RED BREAD
Nawal Naffaa'
I look for sweets in his pockets
and find nails.
My mother bandages the wounds in his
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RED FLOWERS
Tomaž Šalamun
Red flowers grow in the sky, there’s a shadow in the garden.
The light penetrates,
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RED HELMET
Isabella Motadinyane
A cry
of come and see
our home is a home
of tears and bitterness
women
...
RED LACE
Ruxandra Cesereanu
why would I want to rip holes in your skin like red lace
why would I want to touch your
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RED POPPIES
Miroslav Mićanović
A part of an arm and half a head
with one eye closed
stick out under a gray raincoat
...
RED SCISSOR-WOMAN
Kim Hyesoon
beside that woman walking out of the gynecologist’s office is an old woman holding an
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REDEMPTION
Antero de Quental
I

Voices of trees, the wind, the sea!
When, in certain sorrowful dreams,
I’m lulled by
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REFERENCES
Jun Er
opposite me: roads, buildings, housing estates, a few houses
opposite me: grass plots, trees,
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REFUSED A VISA AT THE US EMBASSY
Yi Sha
The entire morning
A hundred people crowd into a smallish hall
As if crammed into the
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REGISTER OF GHOSTS: HAI ZI
Liu Waitong
I died before death, the flood
separated me early, the train
only passed over my
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REGRET AND CONVINCE
Sheng Xing
fall in love with a stone and not regret it
fall in love with a she-devil and not regret
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RELATIONSHIP WITH THE SCENE
Slavko Jendričko
At the city’s edge
a retired Croatian veteran
plays the anthem
every day
at 6
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RELEASE ME, THE TIME HAS COME
Jacob Groot
Though you won’t reach the neighbours, they will reach
themselves through you via the hedge,
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RELIEF
Sonja vom Brocke
What did he slip out of. An egg hologram? A precisely removed
chip-cyst? The New Bones Man is
...
REMEMBER?
Peter Verhelst
Remember when we on the tips of our toes on the edge
Of a mountain it seemed, that time that
...
REMEMBERING A GRANDFATHER
Maruja Vieira
From John Henry White
a student of Oxford,
to Don Juan Henrique
the founder of
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REMEMBRANCE
Orietta Lozano
Nothing in eternity, a wandering ring,
nothing in time, circle, pretence and vertigo,
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REMEMBRANCE
C.O. Jellema
Because a dream beheld at me I am here today.
You walked down the lane to the deer park and
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REMEMBRANCE
Yonatan Berg
Despair wraps itself around your name.
For a moment I am alarmed, cannot reconstruct
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REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS TO COME
Jun Er
a brisk wind blew my vase over last night
the flowers scattered, the vase broke in two
the
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REMOVAL
Peter Theunynck
We carried a part of your life outside.
Piling up on the platform all you’d gathered
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REPETITION
Ashok Vajpeyi
Consigned to a shallow river
are father’s mortal remains,
mother keeps appearing
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REPORT ON HUNGER
Federico Díaz-Granados
Hunger dwells in me. And everyone tells me so.
It is not fear nor is it doubt
it is just
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REPRESENTATIONS
Anne Vegter
Ask how it happened that the summer lost its way in the man, couldn’t find its way out
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REQUEST
Edvard Kocbek
I implore my memory to reach back, to seize all doubts
and despairs, all hopes and passions, all
...
REQUIEM
André Schmitz
The birds are switched off
but the lamps are still awake.

Children    
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REQUIEM FOR A HAIRDRESSER
Jan Wagner
he always rested on mondays. now monday's here to stay.
so cover the mirrors, make blunt
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REQUIEM WITHOUT TEARS
Eduardo Gómez
Your death began a month ago
and from the first day
children played in the park like
...
RESEARCH REPORT
Nachoem M. Wijnberg
I talk to doctors who have won the lottery: immediately after they have heard the news and then
...
RESISTANCE TO THEORY
Daniel Jonas
I’ll be waiting for the grapes
of my vineyards
to ripen
in the luminousness of
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RESTAURANT
Micha Hamel
The fish stocks dictate no monkfish
so I choose an ostrich steak instead.
 
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RESTAURANT-SHIP
Borben Vladović
Slashed along the full length of the belly
with the scalpel of a medical student
the
...
RESTING SEPARATELY
K. Schippers
My leg has fallen asleep in the hotel
like it’s on pins and needles
an elbow
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RESTITUTIONS
Gonzalo Márquez Cristo
I pretend that everything lost becomes a poem.

Wounds like hurricanes have a name. And
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RESTORATION
José Zuleta Ortiz
               Ships in
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RESTORATION
Marc Kregting
Because the djaga poured out kettles of tea because I couldn’t untangle myself from a
...
RESTORATION OF THE WORD
Eduardo Gómez
Why write small verses
when the world is so vast
and the uproar of cities drowns out
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RESURRECTION OF LEOPOLDO PANERO
António Osório
I

No, Panero, I don’t believe
in the resurrection of the flesh.
Don’t wait
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RETIRED SEAS
Dorta Jagić
amongst the people from Zagreb are numerous witnesses
claiming that retired seas
were
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RETURN
Chaim Nachman Bialik
Once more.  Look: a spent old scarecrow
shrivelled face
straw-dry shadow
swaying
...
RETURN
Gerrit Komrij
I wonder if it really was a wink.
Who knows, it could have been a fateful omen.
A
...
RETURN
Udayan Vajpeyi
Father sits on other side of the table. Two moons shine in the courtyard — one red and the other
...
RETURN
Israel Pincas

Return to classical
Greece

Because of what is ‘frozen’ in
...
RETURN OF THE BIRD OF EXILE
Mazisi Kunene
Our regiment haunched heavily on the pure sands of the sea
Watching without a murmur waves and
...
RETURNING HOME
Uroš Zupan
Dusty roads, a voice that rises from a throat
and dissolves in the desert, the smell of a
...
RETURNING HOME
Jorge Bustamante García
The journey has been long and hazardous.
There is still a handful of mountains
of
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RETURNINGS
Meira Delmar
I want to go back to what once upon
a time we all called our house,
to go up the old
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REVERSIBILITY
Philippe Beck
In winter, flakes come down
like the feathers
of some shy bird.
Woman at the black
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REVOLUTION II
Lies Van Gasse
That’s still young.
It plays.
 
That rolls over roofs
tipping
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REVOLUTION XV
Lies Van Gasse
This afternoon when, in full sun,
I found myself a body,
 
hair turned
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REVOLUTION XVII
Lies Van Gasse
This evening, when the air sings like blood
and tears the sheet, she sits bald on the
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REVOLUTION XXI
Lies Van Gasse
This morning when, after years, I emerged,  
my hair was wet,
scales grew beneath
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RHUBARB
Celia de Fréine
My Clan Mother is the great she-devil
of the forest. She stands twenty feet
over fields of
...
RHYTHM
Juan Cristóbal Romero
What harm could there be in following
the hidden rhythm of things.
What harm in tapping
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RIBBON HANDS
Isabella Motadinyane
Ribbon hands
mama’s little darling
decorative hands
the way she is lazy
a
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RICARDO REIS HAS RETURNED TO LISBON
Horacio Benavides
I returned to the riverbank
and I saw you come out Lidia
from the past that has no
...
RICE PARADISE
Ronny Someck
My grandmother didn’t let us leave rice on the plate.
Instead of telling us about hunger in
...
RIDDERKERK
Hu Xudong
A white cloud with a travel bag on its back
has just missed the gust of wind
...
RIGMAROLE
Omar Pérez López
Son of love, son of misunderstanding
Positively no(n) selfdenying nor
Negatively
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RIPE CHERRIES
Stefan Hertmans
What holds on is inedible.
The oldest houses are exchanged for newer rubble,
and smooth stone
...
RISING
Fatiha Morchid
I rise from under the ruins
Climb my pride
And reach to the surface . . .
...
RIVER
Gert Vlok Nel
River, o river you’re the deepest word that I know
I could navigate by you to the sea & to
...
RIVER OF AMSTERDAM
Duo Duo
November—while the night takes the city
      there is only
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RIVERS
Yu Jian
there are many rivers in the mountains where I grew up
in deep gorges they flow
they rarely
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ROACH
Lars Gustafsson
That was the same strange word
that I searched for in a dream
and was unable to
...
ROAD: TWO SCENES
Manushya Puthiran
I have been
watching that boy
ever since we came here

As soon as dusk falls
he
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ROADS
Vasant Abaji Dahake
Now I’ve filled my lungs with cold darkness
and my eyes are unpeopled roads.
My ascetic
...
ROADSONG
Bei Dao
In the forgetting of tree and tree
Is the dog’s lyric assault
At the pointless journey’s
...
ROBBERS
Dion Nkomo
I heard about them by chance in our humble country
I asked who they really are
I was
...
ROBIN
Gerrit Krol
A robin that taps against the window.
Not against the window but against the egg in which it
...
ROCK PAINTER
Qin Xiaoyu
I carve game on stone, my quarry,
So they become beasts in fur coats, mastered by me.
...
ROCK PAINTING
Marlene van Niekerk
Whoever set you upright here, little quagga foal,
alone on your first legs, a birth moment
...
ROMANIAN BODIES: A RELATIONAL MAP
Răzvan Ţupa
1. Tell something you have dreamed (3 lines max.) 
2. Name/forename (optional) 
...
ROMANIAN HITS
Răzvan Ţupa
What they once called youth is gone and nothing has taken its place When it’s raining
...
ROMANTIC
Anneke Brassinga
Behind the waterfall, roaming across rustling fields,
crouched above liverwort, springing
...
ROMANTIC EPILOGUE
Nikos Karouzos
Don’t read me if you haven’t
attended the funerals of strangers
or at least memorial
...
RONDEAU ALLEMAGNE
Barbara Köhler
I’m hanging on, a stranger to this land,
Caught up by love that drives me beyond the bounds
...
RONDEL
León de Greiff
XII

Music, music from afar,
music, exotic music
Music that harms the soul
with
...
ROOF
Rin Ishigaki
In Japanese homes the roofs are low,
The poorer the home the lower the roof,

The lowness
...
ROOFTOP
Giriraj Kiradoo
sitting alone on our rooftop we feel as if we are sitting huddled in some crowded basement
...
ROOM
Nyk de Vries
In that town there was a room I kept circling. It was near my girlfriend’s. She didn’t know I
...
ROOM
Mehrdad Arefani
No one rings
and email’s full of ads
London is not London either
and this room is
...
ROOM
Robert Perišić
a body
perhaps it lacks objectivity
on the terrace of the Excelsior Hotel he said I
...
ROOM 421
Menno Wigman
My mother’s near kaput. She’s got a hutch,
not quite a box, and sits the same day
...
ROOSTER
Shang Qin
Sunday, I sit on an iron bench with a missing leg in a quiet corner
of the park to enjoy the
...
ROOTS
Albertina Soepboer
Rookland

His long white neck will be your prize;
If I may peck his bright blue
...
ROSA VAGINA
Milorad Stojević

...
ROSARY
Paulo Teixeira
My lips tell the lament of your distant voice,
a medal I wear on my chest, not forgotten
by
...
ROSE
Natalka Bilotserkivets
It’s time to pack your bag and go.
You don’t know what to take – something
...
ROSE I
Øyvind Rimbereid
In the Lufthansa flight on her way home from Milan
seven thousand metres above the Alps
...
ROSE II
Øyvind Rimbereid
So fast you flowered!
No one discovered you before
you had unfolded.
First we saw
...
ROSE WAR
Nazih Abou Afach
Never, I don’t want to die
And it doesn’t cheer me to see you dead.

Now, since we
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ROT
Fang Xianhai
cities
rotting flesh
desk drawers
rotting secrets
sleeping tablets
...
ROTTERDAM
Damir Šodan
Nothing special.
It was a Thursday
(a special nothing)
and I missed the train.
An
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ROTTERDAM JOURNAL
Joseph Brodsky
I

Rain in Rotterdam. Dusk. Environment.
Opening the hood, I raise the gate.
...
ROUGH STATE
Stefan Hertmans
Open the door of the poem.
The house is empty.
The furniture you’ll need to make
...
ROUND JADE
Han Dong

when the light goes out, darkness falls 
when things settle, I see a patch of
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ROZA AND THE MOON
Peter Holvoet-Hanssen
The moon is a boy and yet he’s cute
he peeps from under the clouds
but I sleep under the
...
RUBY GUPTA
Nilim Kumar
Ruby Gupta’s underwear had not dried out
on the day the Jallianwala Bagh massacre took
...
RUINS
Fang Xianhai
I walk past the ruins
the roof has flown off
the me on the roof
is gone with them
...
RUINS OF A SAGE
Yang Lian
they were perhaps doing no more than discussing goats
slowly sipping
...
RULES OF THUMB
K. Michel
If the house is unclean, they said
in my grandparents’ village
shut a pig up in it all
...
RUM AND SNOW
Yukio Tsuji
I used to run barefoot on the deck,
sit on the mast all day behind a tattered flag
and
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RUMBA IN THE SUN
William Agudelo
Oh, sun of dishevelled curls!
(your biting old golds
stab the swollen feet
of
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RUNNING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF BEER
Abdel-ilah Salhi
We arrived crawling to point zero
We found the world as promised. Roughly: some rascals peed
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RUSH OF AIR
Piotr Sommer
O days! those were the most unyielding,
fluid at first, then quivering
there was no way
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RUSTIC SOLO
Maurice Gilliams
I dreamed: when I came over the heath
in the setting sun: my cold hand
had snatched a
...
RYE
Cecilie Løveid
If I were a rye field not a daughter and you were a
man on a walk.
Was I sown so early
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