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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On Speaking Quietly with My Brother	Jay Deshpande	10/12/2015
October	Helen Hunt Jackson	10/10/2015
The Gift to Sing	James Weldon Johnson	10/10/2015
Hurricane Song	Kevin Young	10/09/2015
Daywork	Jessica Fisher	10/08/2015
Still Life with Antidepressants	Aaron Smith	10/07/2015
Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles	Sally Wen Mao	10/06/2015
I Do	Sjohnna McCray	10/05/2015
That Music Always Round Me	Walt Whitman	10/04/2015
Mowing	Robert Frost	10/03/2015