- The Dead Man’s Pain
by Moniza Alvi: I hear planets on the march breathing inside me, / in the depth of my heart– which I fear is eternal.
- A Man And A Woman
by Roberto Fernández Retamar: If a man and a woman happen down the streets that no one else notices,
- And I Was Alive
by Osip Mandelstam: And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear, / Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree.
by Nancy A. Henry: March carries you / on white shoulders
- The Wedding
by Nin Andrews: Whoever told you the dead aren’t good lovers / never met my husband.
- Leaving the Ceremony
by James Doyle: I walked farther down the streets / than I meant to go.
- An Ordinary Life
by Holy Welker: It makes you so mad that your whole / life you’ve had barely enough privileges that you can’t / justify your rage in anything,
- A Prisoner
by Alicia Ostriker: The chickadee inside my / chest, next to my heart / imprisoned, but singing
by Ỳ Nhi: One day / he brought her a small paper bag
- In Memory of Paul Éluard
by Paul Celan: Put the words in the dead man’s grave, / the words he spoke in order to live.