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choose which world in all this water

choose which world in all this water

Three poems by Simon Johannin, translated from French by Cory Stockwell

The Trees in Succession

The Trees in Succession

From the poem by Stéphane Bouquet, translated from French by Kenneth Reveiz

A psychoanalyst? By whom are they anointed?

A psychoanalyst? By whom are they anointed?

An excerpt from TO SIT ON THE EARTH by Tobie Nathan, translated from French by Joyce Zonana with Janet Lee

Faraway the Southern Sky

Faraway the Southern Sky

From Issue 12, an excerpt from Faraway the Southern Sky by Joseph Andras, translated from French by Simon Leser

blind windows to hell

blind windows to hell

the soul in migration

the soul in migration

silence runs the length of veins

silence runs the length of veins

pines twist, others swell, the sky full of kisses

pines twist, others swell, the sky full of kisses

while dawn silences

while dawn silences

he came from the very heart of stars

he came from the very heart of stars

the part of me that dreams will break unless it bends

the part of me that dreams will break unless it bends

I am an allegory for the void

I am an allegory for the void

I was so hungry thinking how love used to taste

I was so hungry thinking how love used to taste

bad verses just never end

bad verses just never end

Circumference Radio: Issue 9 Mixtape

Circumference Radio: Issue 9 Mixtape

Circumference Radio: First Mixtape

Circumference Radio: First Mixtape

you who lured me for so long

you who lured me for so long

sparrows and glimmers and syllables lost

sparrows and glimmers and syllables lost

I was perfectly calm before sinking

I was perfectly calm before sinking

the contrary to my virtue

the contrary to my virtue

Once resuscitated, I will be a book.

Once resuscitated, I will be a book.

the hurtling tornado bears down on poplars

the hurtling tornado bears down on poplars

with no more authority or force than pale, stripped branches

with no more authority or force than pale, stripped branches

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

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

Make each dying rose a confidante

Make each dying rose a confidante

he relished the taste of sea-soaked hair

he relished the taste of sea-soaked hair

I was holding the light on either side of me

I was holding the light on either side of me

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

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