April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. …
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Two Poems of Scented Place by Frances Daggar Roberts
En Auvergne We stooped to cross the threshold carrying evening on our shoulders and shadow curved the corners and the walls around a muted light. A simmering dark sauce breathed out a lure of something richly meat. We took our seats along a wooden bench quietly close as frogmouths. Knitted into family there we watched the sorcery of our hostess as she sliced the orange folds of mushroom into her steaming brew. A scatter of herbs unlike the ones we …
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Two Poems by Leah Mueller
Half of You When you meet your shadow, be sure to be friendly. Make certain your shadow is comfortable. Ask who it loves and who it hates. You already know the answers, but it will twist the narrative and make up a bogus story. You will believe the story. Spend some time in bed with your shadow. You will want to know how it presses against your exposed skin, how it looks when it can’t see itself. In the morning, …