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
Jangling	Matthew Rohrer
Song to Gabriel Hirsch	Sharon Olds
Ode for Memorial Day	Paul Laurence Dunbar
Why It Often Rains in the Movies	Lawrence Raab
O, lest the world should task you to recite (Sonnet 72)	William Shakespeare
A Grave I’m about To Dig	Iman Mersal
To the Black Madonna of Chartres	Jean Valentine
A Boat Is a Lever	Ralph Burns
Brown's Descent, or the Willy-Nilly Slide	Robert Frost
The Luzumiyat of Abu’l-Ala, LI	Al-Ma‘arri