Once upon a time I was in my bedroom. The earlier hours of the night I had been reading my books pondering over how I will succeed in my examination. But, after some time I went to sleep. In the middle of the sleep I was faced with a very strong lion. Imagine I was alone. The lion opened its mouth. When I saw the fur and long claws on its body I started trembling and my body was in a black out situation. Despite the fact that the lion was looking very hungry and tired however, I decided to run away to escape from the lion but my legs had no power to support me. I fall down onto the ground. I tried to crawl. My hands have no power. I tried to scream to ask for help but my voice was very hoarse to be heard.
But I lastly woke up.
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).