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
We Build a Barn And Read Reader’s Digest	Tomaž Šalamun	06/06/2011
The Sun Has Long Been Set	William Wordsworth	06/04/2011
On Anti-Biography	Will Alexander	06/03/2011
A Short History of the Apple	Dorianne Laux	06/02/2011
Almost Sixty	Jim Moore	06/01/2011
Birch	Cynthia Zarin	05/31/2011
Get Used To It	Margaret Young	05/30/2011
The Aerodynamics	Rick Bursky	05/29/2011
Untitled	David Meltzer	05/28/2011
The Republic of Dreams	Michael Palmer	05/27/2011