Once resuscitated, I will be a book.
A poem by Sarah Kernya translated and with an introduction by Virginia Konchan
the hurtling tornado bears down on poplars
A poem by Pierre Chappuis, translated from French by Tim Keane and Myriam Moraz
RG# 95-GP Records of the Forest Service General Subject Files Negative Number:502147
with no more authority or force than pale, stripped branches
Two poems by the 16th century French poet Pierre de Ronsard, translated by Diane Furtney
Pale Cupid: I am geysers, craters, belly-of-the-earth.
Two poems by Lucie Thésée, translated by Robert Archambeau and Jean-Luc Garneau
Make each dying rose a confidante
Two new translations by Micah McCrary from Rainer Maria Rilke’s The Roses
he relished the taste of sea-soaked hair
A poem by the Martiniquais poet Suzanne Dracius, translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson
I was holding the light on either side of me
A selection of Pierre Peuchmaurd poems translated by E.C. Belli—four poems from The Nothing Bird and “Bull,” a Circumference exclusive.
Now that everything’s been put off again until tomorrow.
Six poems from Painted Stars by Pierre Reverdy, translated by Dan Bellm