german

with you this has long been ash

Three poems by Julian Schutting, translated by Sebastian Smallshaw

my lips, and all you’d loved them for

Three poems by Lou Andreas-Salomé, translated by Sofija Popovska

an audible disturbance in the transmission field

Three poems by Ulrike Almut Sandig, translated by Karen Leeder

I can still see you: an echo

Poems by Paul Celan, translated from German by Pierre Joris

a bright disc without contour in the haze of summer night.

Voilà: lacks a toe. Voilà: sing this hymn.

Your dress soughs softly On the spiral stairs

Out of the halls of books Appear the butchers.

And her answer: What does that mean what do you mean by “rain”?