germany

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

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

Three poems by Joachim Sartorius translated by Pauline Fan

Out of the halls of books Appear the butchers.

A new translation of Bertolt Brecht’s “1940,” by J.D. Knight