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"& when you come back I will garland,
I will wreath, I will carnation, I will
braid gendhekaphool thick & globular,
I will inflorescence, I will faith, I will
doveaglecrow, my mouth will form the
words you tell me..." —Arya Vishin



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By Adam Zagajewski
Translated by Clare Cavanagh
via the Poetry Foundation

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June's long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You've seen the refugees going nowhere,
you've heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth's scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
 

A Note from the Editor
Read from our collection of Poems on Immigration.

Source: Without End: New and Selected Poems (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2002)


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By Ada Limón
via the Poetry Foundation

When the ten-speed, lightweight bicycle broke down off the highway lined thick with orange trees, I noticed a giant raven’s head protruding from the waxy leaves. The bird was stuck somehow, mangled in the branches, crying out. Wide-eyed, I held the bird’s face close to mine. Beak to nose. Dark brown iris to dark brown iris. Feather to feather. This was not the Chihuahuan raven or the fantailed raven or the common raven. Nothing was common about the way we stared at one another while a stranger untangled the bird’s claws from the tree’s limbs and he, finally free, became a naked child swinging in the wind.


A Note from the Editor
Today is National Bird Day.


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hi! my name's sol and i came here from tumblr. i like poetry, bruce springsteen, the mountain goats, the outdoors, weird sculptures, fiber arts, and sustainable agriculture. i'm a bi trans man and i'm 23. feeling out a career in natural resources/ecological restoration.