Muddy

I rose from marsh mud

I rose from marsh mud,
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs

to see her wed in the rich
rich silence of the church,
the little white slave-girl
in her diamond fronds.

In aisle and arch
the satin secret collects.
United for life to serve
silver. Possessed.

Lorine Niedecker

2002

in • cho • ate

MacNolia Cox

A. Van Jordan

2018

Murmur of the Bay

Translated by Don Cellini

Look at us there, fermented
between daybreak
and its chills
the dawn dampens us
with its almost ashen milk
and it moves us
with that glamour of things
that rot

Jonatán Reyes

Don Cellini

2019

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Muddy

I rose from marsh mud

in • cho • ate

Murmur of the Bay

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