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
The Undertow	Sasha Steensen	11/03/2010
from People Close To You	Crystal Williams	11/02/2010
On the Platform	Tom Sleigh	11/01/2010
Theme in Yellow	Carl Sandburg	10/31/2010
The Dead	Mina Loy	10/30/2010
The Dead Girls Speak in Unison	Danielle Pafunda	10/29/2010
Ants	Ravi Shankar	10/28/2010
Tanka Diary [Don't need picket fences, brick wall]	Harryette Mullen	10/27/2010
Autumn Evening	David Lehman	10/26/2010
The Radio Animals	Matthea Harvey	10/24/2010