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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This Moment / Right Now	Roberto Carlos Garcia	02/20/2017
Protest	Ella Wheeler Wilcox	02/19/2017
Good Hours	Robert Frost	02/18/2017
Control Feast	Elizabeth Metzger	02/17/2017
At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac	Samiya Bashir	02/16/2017
At the Metropolitan Museum	Matthew Siegel	02/15/2017
Heart to Heart	Rita Dove	02/14/2017
What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do	Parneshia Jones	02/13/2017
Adolescence	Claude McKay	02/12/2017
At the Fair	Edith Sitwell	02/11/2017