Tag Archives: Spanish Poetry

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: RAFAEL ALBERTI

By Rafael Alberti Translated by A.S. Kline: WHAT I LEFT, FOR YOU For you I left my woods, my lost Grove, my sleepless dogs, My important years, those banished Almost to my life’s winter. I left a tremor, a shock … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: POETRY GENIUS

Editor’s Note: Every once in a while on this series I like to give a shout out to an organization that is furthering poetry in America today, and so today I want to introduce you to the wonder that is … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: EDGAR RINCÓN LUNA

THE ENCLOSURE By Edgar Rincón Luna Translation by Anthony Seidman At a certain moment after having left home you thought that you had forgotten something an object something uncertain and that it was necessary to turn back Once in particular … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ANTHONY SEIDMAN

TRANSMISSION By Anthony Seidman A jungle, a small jungle, the size of a hummingbird-heart or crab-nebula witnessed through an Arizona telescope the girth of a blue whale’s lungs; a jungle only I can hear: its rustle of fronds, ant mandibles … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MARTIN CAMPS

MOSQUITOES By Martin Camps Mosquitoes do not die of hunger. There is always a leg for them an arm or a deaf ear to their hungry voice. You will never see the aged corpse of a gnat. They only know … Continue reading

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