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
Exact	Rae Armantrout	04/04/2011
Self-portrait as Thousandfurs	Stacy Gnall	04/03/2011
Grasshopper	Ron Padgett	04/01/2011
The Fish	Elizabeth Bishop	04/01/2011
Fushigi na Chicharron	Rosa Alcalá	03/31/2011
Least Said	Olena Kalytiak Davis	03/30/2011
from "genesis"	Laura Walker	03/29/2011
Poem for Wisconsin	Matthew Zapruder	03/28/2011
The Buried Life	Matthew Arnold	03/27/2011
Without Discussion	Samuel Amadon	03/25/2011