Poem-a-Day

The only daily poetry series publishing new work by today’s poets.

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
Custom	Rae Armantrout	10/14/2010
Final Performance	Cynthia Cruz	10/13/2010
Death, Is All	Ana Božičević	10/12/2010
Spell for Encanto Creek	Mark Jarman	10/11/2010
Recuerdo	Edna St. Vincent Millay	10/10/2010
The Wild Swans at Coole	W. B. Yeats	10/09/2010
Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog)	A. Van Jordan	10/08/2010
The Combo	Joan Larkin	10/07/2010
Heroisms, 4, 5	Dan Beachy-Quick	10/06/2010
Quiet Mourning	Laura Moriarty	10/04/2010