by James Byrne, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
Star Wars premiered as they cut the exiguous flap of my umbilical.
from Guernica: Poetry: 1977
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And tomorrow the sun will rise
by Nicolae Coanda, translated from the Romanian by Martin Woodside, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
Die quietly say--I've had enough of saying.
from Guernica: Poetry: And tomorrow the sun will rise
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Child
by Jacek Gutorow, translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
Joy thinks I'm on its side
from Guernica: Poetry: Child
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The Devil's Face
by Katie Farris, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
The girl has been learning how to shit on the devil's face. It is a slow process. First of all, one has to
from Guernica: Poetry: The Devil's Face
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Every Day
by Ingeborg Bachmann, translated from the German by Monika Zobel, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
War is no longer declared,
from Guernica: Poetry: Every Day
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gut feeling
by Kalju Kruusa, translated from the Estonian by Brandon Lussier, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
yes! porridge makes me strong
from Guernica: Poetry: gut feeling
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Island
by Valzhyna Mort, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
Rash of the harbor lights in the mountain region.
from Guernica: Poetry: Island
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Many Things Happened
by Nikola Madzirov, translated from the Macedonian by Magdalena Horvat, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
Many things happened
from Guernica: Poetry: Many Things Happened
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So, what is it, our time? and what is the lyric for our moment? How do we go on this planet that is so tormented by our own kind? What to do when there is "no one at the gas/station pump, no one alive in the local/dive, so no one hears the long thunder"?
from Guernica: Poetry: Other Cultures, Other Realms
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Thunder in April
by Ishion Hutchinson, guest-edited by Ilya Kaminsky July 2011
The Centaur reads Robinson Crusoe
Late April rain fogs the Wasatch
from Guernica: Poetry: Thunder in April
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