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
The House on Moscow Street	Marilyn Nelson
Depression (audio only)	Dorothea Lasky
The Stream	Lula Lowe Weeden
The Descent (audio only)	Fanny Howe
Intimacy in Discourse: A Comedy in Three Movements	Mónica de la Torre
The Horses Run Back to Their Stalls	Linda Gregerson
Goblin Market	Christina Rossetti
To Doña Serros From Bespectacled Joven	Joseph Rios
Story II. The Oilman and his Parrot	Jalal al-Din Rumi
To Midnight Nan at Leroy's	Langston Hughes