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
[American Journal]	Robert Hayden	01/21/2018
Sonnet 92 [Behold that Tree, in Autumn’s dim decay]	Anna Seward	01/19/2018
There Ought to Be a Law Against Henry	Marianne Boruch	01/19/2018
In the Library	Jean Valentine	01/18/2018
From “feeld”	Jos Charles	01/17/2018
[the girls speak to each other via the common tongue]: Feather or a Rock	Ellen Welcker	01/16/2018
“I’m Rooting for Everybody Black”	Cortney Lamar Charleston	01/15/2018
Even the Rain	Agha Shahid Ali	01/13/2018
Corinna Confesses	Laura Redden Searing	01/13/2018
King of Kreations	Angel Nafis	01/12/2018