One day when I went to school it was raining very heavily so students could not come, so when I reached the school I was wet I saw that there were no students in the school. It was evening, so I felt lonely and it was very cold. After some time I decided to go home and rest. On my way home the rain began again. Now it was almost dark and nobody was moving. The steps were hard so I tried to escape the rain under a big acacia tree. I never knew who was there but unfortunately there was a dead man who was being killed by thieves and was sleeping beside me. When the rain stopped two police men approached me and asked me who killed this man? I said I don’t know. Then they took me to the police station and I spent two nights there. That was my worst day in my lifetime.
On 5/24/20, the US Embassy in Moscow celebrated Joseph Brodsky's 80th birthday with a collage of American poets reading his birthday poem "May 24, 1980" in the poet's self-translation. Chris Merrill, one of Brodsky's students, is among the readers.
Véronique TADJO (IWP ’06) discusses the renewed interest in publishing rights control among Francophone writers in Africa.
To mark Ireland’s corona-cancelled Leaving Cert graduation festivities, the poet Tom McCARTHY (IWP ’78) reads Paul Durcan’s elegy to side lines, “Sport.”
The lovely poem-a-day for May 14, 2020, “Journey,” is by the nomadic Lidija DIMKOVSKA (IWP ’05), translated from the Macedonian by Ljubica Arsovska and Patricia Marsh Štefanovska.
Over at Harvard Review, poet Mary jo Bang glosses her translations from the German of Matthias Gőritz (IWP ’03).