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french

you who lured me for so long

Two poems by Raoul Ponchon translated by Mark Lager

sparrows and glimmers and syllables lost

Four poems by Alain Lance translated by Erika Luckert

I was perfectly calm before sinking

Two poems by Max Jacob translated by Sophia Lecker

the contrary to my virtue

Three poems by James Noël translated by Patricia Hartland

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.

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