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"While The Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses" (Ilya Kaminsky)

“Our Story” (William Stafford)

"Persimmons" & “This Room and Everything in It” (Li-Young Lee)

“I Cannot Be Known” (Paul Eluard)

"Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition" (Wislawa Szymborska)

"Song of Solomon"

“The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones” (Natalie Diaz)

“Vermeer” (Tomas Transtromer)

“The Afternoon Sun” (C.P. Cavafy)

"A Brief for the Defense" & “What is There to Say?” (Jack Gilbert)

“Who Am I?” (Nazik al Mala’ika)

"Monet Refuses the Operation" (Lisel Mueller)

“The Author Writes the First Draft of His Wedding Vows” (Hanif Willis-Abdurraquib)

“Great Things Have Happened” (Alden Nowlan)

“Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance” & “The Leash” (Ada Limón)

“Self-Portrait at 28″ (David Berman)

"Cloves" (Saadi Youssef)

"Transformations of the Lover" (Adonis)

“Asking the Way” (Ko Un)

"Postscript" & “St. Kevin and The Blackbird” & “The Rain-Stick” (Seamus Heaney)

“The Country Without a Post Office” (Agha Shahid Ali)

“[Sonnet 102]” (William Shakespeare)

"Stolen Moments" (Kim Addonizio)

“After All This” (Richard Jackson)

"And They Were Both Right" (Kapka Kassabova)

“Rain Song” (Badr Shakir al-Sayyab)

“The Road” (Kim Sowul)

“Touch” & “Before the Beginning” & “As One Listens to the Rain” (Octavio Paz)

"Children Who Love Each Other" (Jacques Prevert)

"Try to Praise the Mutilated World" & "Flame" (Adam Zagajewski)

“Prayer for the Mutilated World” (sam sax)

"Song of Myself" & “The Sleepers” (Walt Whitman)

“Love Poem” (Denise Levertov)

“Inside the Apple” (Yehuda Amichai)

"French Novel" (Richie Hofmann)

“My Gift to You” (Roberto Bolaño)

“The Flea” (John Donne)

"The Cinnamon Peeler" (Michael Ondaatje)

“The Stare” (Sujata Bhatt)

"[again and again even though we know love’s landscape]" (Rilke)

"These Poems" (June Jordan)

Molly Fisk, “Winter Sun” (We can make do with so little / just the hint of warmth, the slanted light.)

Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (It is a kind of love, is it not? / how the cup holds the tea.)

Barbara Ras, “Bite Every Sorrow” (You can speak a foreign language, sometimes / and it can mean something.)

Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying” (Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.)

Lisel Mueller, “Things” (Even what was beyond us / was recast in our image; / we gave the country a heart, / the storm an eye)

Rabindranath Tagore, “On the Seashore” (The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach / On the seashore of endless worlds children meet)

John O’Donohue, “Matins” (May I live this day / Compassionate of heart / Gentle in word / Courageous in thought)

Wallace Stevens, “The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm” (The summer night is like a perfection of thought. / The house was quiet because it had to be)

Brian Patten, “Inessential Things” (Cats remember what is essential of days)

Emily Dickinson, “Simplicity” (How happy is the little stone / that rambles in the road, alone)

Yi Lu, “Valley’s Green” (flowers like tiny saucers — little bowls — little cups / filled to the brim with their own colors)

Jacques Prévert, “How to Paint a Bird’s Portrait” (When the bird comes / if it comes / observe the most profound silence)

Archibald MacLeish, “Eleven” (Happy as though he had no name, as though
 / He had been no one: like a leaf, a stem,
 / Like a root growing…)

Denise Levertov, “A Woman Alone” (Then / self-pity dries up, a joy / untainted by guilt lifts her. / She has fears, but not about loneliness)

Richard Brautigan, “Your Catfish Friend” (I’d love you and be your catfish / friend and drive such lonely / thoughts from your mind)

Linda Gregg, “The Letter” (I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking
 / good care of myself)

Andrew Lang, “Ballade of True Wisdom” (And I’d leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, / For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers)

Ada Limón, “The Raincoat” (my whole life I’ve been under her / raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel / that I never got wet.)

Jorge Luis Borges, “The Just” (These people, unaware, are saving the world)

Molly Fisk, “Winter Sun” (We can make do with so little / just the hint of warmth, the slanted light.)

Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (It is a kind of love, is it not? / how the cup holds the tea.)

Barbara Ras, “Bite Every Sorrow” (You can speak a foreign language, sometimes / and it can mean something.)

Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying” (Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.)

Lisel Mueller, “Things” (Even what was beyond us / was recast in our image; / we gave the country a heart, / the storm an eye)

Rabindranath Tagore, “On the Seashore” (The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach / On the seashore of endless worlds children meet)

John O’Donohue, “Matins” (May I live this day / Compassionate of heart / Gentle in word / Courageous in thought)

Wallace Stevens, “The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm” (The summer night is like a perfection of thought. / The house was quiet because it had to be)

Brian Patten, “Inessential Things” (Cats remember what is essential of days)

Emily Dickinson, “Simplicity” (How happy is the little stone / that rambles in the road, alone)

Yi Lu, “Valley’s Green” (flowers like tiny saucers — little bowls — little cups / filled to the brim with their own colors)

Jacques Prévert, “How to Paint a Bird’s Portrait” (When the bird comes / if it comes / observe the most profound silence)

Archibald MacLeish, “Eleven” (Happy as though he had no name, as though
 / He had been no one: like a leaf, a stem,
 / Like a root growing…)

Denise Levertov, “A Woman Alone” (Then / self-pity dries up, a joy / untainted by guilt lifts her. / She has fears, but not about loneliness)

Richard Brautigan, “Your Catfish Friend” (I’d love you and be your catfish / friend and drive such lonely / thoughts from your mind)

Linda Gregg, “The Letter” (I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking
 / good care of myself)

Andrew Lang, “Ballade of True Wisdom” (And I’d leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, / For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers)

Ada Limón, “The Raincoat” (my whole life I’ve been under her / raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel / that I never got wet.)

Jorge Luis Borges, “The Just” (These people, unaware, are saving the world)