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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E.H.	John Koethe	09/20/2013
From “Debths”	Susan Howe	09/19/2013
From the Canal	Michael Dickman	09/18/2013
From “Fairies”	Mei-mei Berssenbrugge	09/17/2013
Get Up, Please	David Kirby	09/16/2013
To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth	Phillis Wheatley	09/15/2013
Marriage	William Carlos Williams	09/14/2013
My Bright Aluminum Tumblers	Michael Ryan	09/13/2013
Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People	Dorothea Lasky	09/12/2013