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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First Husband	Lucy Ives	03/26/2018
The Exposed Nest	Robert Frost	03/25/2018
Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World	Martín Espada	03/24/2018
Landscape with Written Statement	Lynn Melnick	03/23/2018
Legacy	Reginald Dwayne Betts	03/22/2018
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