I do not know how to shed my childhood, this old snake’s skin. My childhood weighs on my bones and hinders all my movements.
I do not know how to shed my childhood, this old snake’s skin. My childhood weighs on my bones and hinders all my movements.
She tells me about the trees/
in the nearby park, points to them,/
identifies them—she knows what she’s talking about,/
she’s a biologist.
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She tells me about the trees/
in the nearby park, points to them,/
identifies them—she knows what she’s talking about,/
she’s a biologist.
Song Lin’s poem, translated by Dong Li, “To Czesław Miłosz,” appears in Michigan Quarterly Review’s Fall 2019 issue. in the years after you left the world remains the same only planet earth becomes elusive tribulation like retribution falls on the dining table from the sky, the earth and the sea as I reread your poems,
Song Lin’s poem, translated by Dong Li, “To Czesław Miłosz,” appears in Michigan Quarterly Review’s Fall 2019 issue. in the years after you left the world remains the same only planet earth becomes elusive tribulation like retribution falls on the dining table from the sky, the earth and the sea as I reread your poems,
In this list, he translates the Bisaya word for “mother-of-pearl,” but not the Bisaya word for “mother.”
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In this list, he translates the Bisaya word for “mother-of-pearl,” but not the Bisaya word for “mother.”
Mauro Covacich’s short story, translated by Marino D’Orazio, “The Bride,” appears in Michigan Quarterly Review’s Fall 2019 issue. He motioned for her to climb up and she jumped in. What luck finding someone willing to stop in this weather; usually they spot you at the last minute and keep going. They’re afraid to put on
Mauro Covacich’s short story, translated by Marino D’Orazio, “The Bride,” appears in Michigan Quarterly Review’s Fall 2019 issue. He motioned for her to climb up and she jumped in. What luck finding someone willing to stop in this weather; usually they spot you at the last minute and keep going. They’re afraid to put on
