I wrote this thing for the PSA.
Arthur Rimbaud
Samuel Beckett reads two poems from Watt
by Clemens Fantur, from the collaborative series Behind Open Doors with Nural Moser
Yoel Hoffmann, The Heart is Katmandu
George Shiras III, Albino Deer on Grand Island, Michigan, 1930
Charles Simic
McDermott & McGough, What You Mean to Me
Last night’s moon, Queens
For Gerard Manley Hopkins by Lynn Xu
Whose thoughts are these we clothe
By cadence of,
Margaret, ourselves
In the pageantry of nature’s wood?
A child who steps into the air
Braids the congress of its kiss, sucking
Lace upon the lily-locks
Unfurls By what force? Father:
If we weep for fortune, must we also
Take her eyes? The heart peels back
Its crimson soil, a wreath
In which time, unleaving, did
Row back, backward its small current.
from Boston Review
San Francisco
Denis Johnson
Dorothea Lasky
