Poem-a-Day

The only daily poetry series publishing new work by today’s poets.

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
A Meadow	Lucie Brock-Broido	03/14/2011
The Coming of War: Actaon	Ezra Pound	03/13/2011
The Uses of Poetry	William Carlos Williams	03/12/2011
Exoskeletal Gesture	Eric Baus	03/11/2011
Lament of the Middle Man	Jay Parini	03/10/2011
Egg Candling	Joyce Peseroff	03/09/2011
Complaint	William Logan	03/08/2011
Chita Ground	Sandra Doller	03/07/2011
Lines Written in Early Spring	William Wordsworth	03/06/2011
Silence	Edgar Allan Poe	03/05/2011