Translation

Morning air pumped off, cannabis-induced despondency
Replaced him and her. Far away, his ball-playing days,
His cap floating on the river, his soft tissues
Like severed seaweeds. This happened in 1976.

III. The USA

November 1, 2015 Issue 10, Issue 10 Poetry, Issues, Poetry, Translation

By LI YONGYI

Translated by STEPHEN HAVEN and LI YONGYI

Spiritual territory divided by Israel and Rome,
Capitol, the eagle and the military
Turned English into Latin, your ark of covenant
Lurking in “Old Europe” and exceptionalism.

You Might Have Been My Brother

November 1, 2015 Issue 10, Issue 10 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

By TANG DANHONG

Translated by STEPHEN HAVEN and LI YONGYI
You might have been my brother, especially at dawn
Milky vapors rise into the sky,
That white adolescence wafting into my lungs.

Coins Tossed in All Directions

November 1, 2015 Issue 10, Issue 10 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

By MO FEI

Translated by STEPHEN HAVEN and LI YONGYI

Coins tossed in all directions,
The sky pure as after an oath,
You note threads of dark fate,
Tassels stitched to words.

1967

November 1, 2015 Issue 10, Issue 10 Poetry, Issues, Poetry, Translation

By YANG JIAN

Translated by STEPHEN HAVEN and LI YONGYI

They said:
“Tear off the erhu strings,
Smash its body.”
We ended up without music.

September 2015 Poetry Feature

September 28, 2015 Poetry, Translation

This month, we’re featuring two authors with new poems from Guatemala and Greece.

July 2015 Poetry Feature

July 2, 2015 Poetry, Translation

Please join us in welcoming Ukrainian poet SERHIY ZHADAN to our pages—and look for more of his work forthcoming in our print journal.

All poems translated by Ostap Kin. With an introduction by Polina Barskova.

Poetry Never Stops Defining and Redefining Its Terrain (English & Spanish)

April 1, 2015 Issue 09, Issue 09 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

By LUIS MUÑOZ

POETRY NEVER STOPS DEFINING AND REDEFINING ITS TERRAIN

Poetry never stops defining and redefining its terrain. It has done so throughout history, since Aristotle, Cascales, or Antonio Minturno. But this task, which seems like a kind of prison sentence, is also a fountain of intensity, a force.