Poem-a-Day

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Poem-a-day

^{translated from the Turkish by}^{Nell Wright}

My mother dries figs
with her blue-veined hands.
My mother smiles at walnuts
as though time in the heart never started.

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Title	Author	Date
America [Try saying wren]	Joseph Lease	06/17/2011
The Family Photograph	Vona Groarke	06/16/2011
Plural Happiness	David Rivard	06/15/2011
from Blue Dark	Deborah Landau	06/14/2011
Here and Now	Stephen Dunn	06/13/2011
Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]	John Keats	06/11/2011
My Mother Was No White Dove	Reginald Shepherd	06/10/2011
The Needle	Jennifer Grotz	06/09/2011
The Dance	Humberto Ak’abal	06/07/2011
Ghosts That Need Reminding	Dana Levin	06/07/2011