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
In Portraits in Seasons	Danielle Pafunda	05/23/2013
sugar is smoking	Jason Schneiderman	05/22/2013
Indian Stream Republic	Stephanie Burt	05/21/2013
After Skate	Carol Muske-Dukes	05/20/2013
Song	James Joyce	05/19/2013
Spring Song	Sherwood Anderson	05/18/2013
L’Avenir est Quelque Chose	Dobby Gibson	05/17/2013
Wave	David Keplinger	05/16/2013
The Best Thing Anyone Ever Said About Paul Celan	Shane McCrae	05/15/2013
Blue Hanuman	Joan Larkin	05/14/2013