french

the part of me that dreams will break unless it bends

Two poems by Louisa Siefert, translated from French by Laura Nagle

I am an allegory for the void

An excerpt from No Way in the Skin without This Bloody Embrace by Jean D’Amérique, translated by Conor Bracken.

I was so hungry thinking how love used to taste

Five poems by Souad Labbize, translated from French by Susanna Lang

bad verses just never end

A poem by Arthur Rimbaud, translated from French by Wyatt Mason

you who lured me for so long

sparrows and glimmers and syllables lost

I was perfectly calm before sinking

the contrary to my virtue

Once resuscitated, I will be a book.

the hurtling tornado bears down on poplars

with no more authority or force than pale, stripped branches

Pale Cupid: I am geysers, craters, belly-of-the-earth.

Make each dying rose a confidante

he relished the taste of sea-soaked hair

I was holding the light on either side of me

Now that everything’s been put off again until tomorrow.