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
Said to Have Been Heard to Say Hush	Nathaniel Mackey	10/02/2013
As You Never Bothered to Return My Call	August Kleinzahler	10/01/2013
Waiting for Rain	Ellen Bass	09/30/2013
Sonnet-To Science	Edgar Allan Poe	09/29/2013
In a Boat	D. H. Lawrence	09/28/2013
For Crying Out Loud	Terrance Hayes	09/27/2013
Worst Things First	Mark Bibbins	09/26/2013
No mode of excitement is absolutely colorless	Mónica de la Torre	09/25/2013
My Childhood	Matthew Zapruder	09/24/2013
The Translator's Dilemma	Ann Lauterbach	09/23/2013