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New from Marcelo Hernandez Castillo in NER 35.2

Categories: Poetry

Pulling the Moon | Marcelo Hernandez Castillo

 

 

I’ve never.
I’ve never made love.
I’ve never made love to a man.
I’ve never made love to a man but I imagine.
I imagine pulling the moon.
Pulling the moon out of his brow.
I imagine pulling 
the moon out of his brow and eating it again.

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New from April Ossmann in NER 35.2

Categories: Poetry

When Your People Call My People to Arrange a Meeting | April Ossmann

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Know that lately,
I am giving myself
to sleep as I once
gave myself in love,
my body flung eagerly
into bed; limbs limp and heavy
with pleasure; the bedclothes
on waking arranged exactly
as I entered them.
I am in love now
with rest, with release
from the tireless ego—

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New from William Fargason in the New NER—Vol. 35, No.1

Categories: Poetry

Aquarium | William Fargason


You want to keep feeding the fish
inside you, but you keep

eating the fish because you’re hungry.
This is not the way it should go.

No one said you would not be hungry.
You knew the dimensions of the aquarium

inside you, knew it was inside you.
She who fogged the glass didn’t know

that you’d eaten the fish, but you did and do.
You hear the aquarium inside your chest

crack, and before you know it, the carpet
is soaked with bleached coral,

plastic kelp, and multi-colored gravel.
This is not the way it should go.

This is not how anyone should go under—
the water that you contained now contains you.

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New from Kelli Russell Agodon in the New NER—Vol. 35, No.1

Categories: Poetry

Braided Between the Broken | Kelli Russell Agodon

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This morning apologies were falling
from the trees and the apples
were being ignored.
 
There’s a chapter in our lives
where I tried to shred pages,
where I tried to rewrite the tale.
Let’s call that chapter, The Numbness,
or The Boredom, or the place where we forgot
we were alive.
 
That morning I woke up and wandered outside
onto the backtrail,
past the No Trespassing sign into the arms
of an evergreen or a black bear. It didn’t matter
who held me then; I was moss, the lichen,
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NER CLASSICS | Sadness | Aliki Barnstone

Categories: NER Classics, Poetry

 

Aliki Barnstone’s poem, “Sadness,” appeared in NER 21.2:

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Rilke says sadness is the moment the future enters us
By surprise and pushes us into the unknown
The handsome bartender says,”Your drinks are on me”
—And leans across the counter—”What’ll it be?”
Alcohol is heat in my ears as I catch my reflection
In the mirror, happy flirting without forethought.
But days later alone the question comes back:
What will it be?
                           and I remember moments with you
When time raced quickly around us like a romping young dog
And we were amused. Today time reminds me of the hound
Knowingly guarding the underworld. Sadness slips in,
Doesn’t it? even in the gentle pleasures of the body
Which pass too and remind us of loss. 

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“When It Is Over It Will Be Over” | Paisley Rekdal

Categories: Poetry

A first look at NER Vol. 34 Nos. 3–4

after a pen and ink drawing by Troy Passey
of a line by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Hurricane of what must be
only feeling, this painting’s 
sentence circling to black

on blank, ever-
tightening spiral
of words collapsing

to their true gesture: meaning
what we read
when not reading,

as the canvas buckles
in the damp: freckled
like the someone

I once left sleeping
in a hotel room to swim
the coast’s cold shoals, fine veils

of sand kicked up by waves where
I found myself enclosed
in light: sudden: bright

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Okaloosa | Derrick Austin

Categories: Poetry

From NER Vol. 34 Nos. 3–4

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I like the heron best
because it has no song,
flying over the water, its mating
cry mournful, aggressive, and internal.
Seaweed and creamy foam
float on the tide’s restless lapping,
licking my feet like a lost dog.
I am no master.
The Gulf collects its own scraps:
rows of hotels
hollowed out and plastered
ochre by sunsets, knocked down by Ivan
or Dennis—you lose track
after so many seasons.
Mist hangs over shoddy condos.
Beachcombers scan the quartz burrows
of ghost shrimp. A drunken couple
stumbles somewhere. Before they were expelled
Choctaw called this place Okalusa,
“dark water.” 

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Ignatevsky Forest | Arseny Tarkovsky

Categories: Poetry

From the current issue, NER 34.3–4
Translated from the Russian by 
Philip Metres and Dimitri Psurtsev
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The last leaves burn in self-immolation
And rise to sky. The whole forest here
Lives and breathes the same irritation
We lived and breathed in our last year.

In tear-blurred eyes the path is a mirror
As the gloomy floodplain mirrors the shrubs.
Don’t fuss, do not disturb, don’t touch
Or threaten the forest’s quiet by the river.

The old life breathes here. Listen:
In damp grass, slimy mushrooms appear.
Though slugs gnaw their way to the core,
A damp itch still tingles the skin.

You’ve known how love is like a threat—
“When I come back, you’ll wish you were dead.”
The sky shivers in reply, holds a maple like a rose.
Let it burn hotter—till it almost reaches our eyes.

1935

Let’s Go to Morocco | Anzhelina Polonskaya

Categories: Poetry

From the current issue, NER 34.3–4.
 

Maybe things are different there:morocco-shore
mountains and seas, other streets.
Lions don’t fall into traps,
and hares don’t whine like babies.
And people don’t have scars from collarbone to shoulder.
An old lady will come up to us:
“let me tell your fortune?”

“Predict your future luck.”
Sorry, I don’t know those terms.
Better take this coin and buy yourself
a bright scarf and some loose pants.
And we will go, sail away, leave.
But still, Morocco will never end.
Under a deep blue sky we’ll become like an almond branch.
This will extend your life, and mine as well; at least for a time.

2013
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Recent Poetry Collections by NER Authors

Categories: NER Authors' Books, Poetry

We are pleased to announce four new collections from poets previously featured in NER.

9780547928289Charles Simic’s new collection, New and Selected Poems 1962-2012 has been published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Simic’s poetry was featured in NER 24.4 and his translations of Novica Tadic appeared in NER 29.1.

From Los Angeles Times: “It takes just one glimpse of Charles Simic’s work to establish that he is a master, ruler of his own eccentric kingdom of jittery syntax and signature insight.”

New and Selected Poems 1962-2012 is available from Powell’s Books and independent booksellers.

headwaters.inddHeadwaters, a new collection of poetry from Ellen Bryant Voigt, has been published by W.W. Norton & Company. Voigt’s poetry appeared in NER 25.3.

From Publishers Weekly: “Voigt’s…eighth collection of poetry is defined by a liquid precision.” 

From Library Journal: “A highly recommended book by an important poet.”

Headwaters is available from Norton and independent booksellers.

9780393239157_custom-b74df594bf7ff45a6d55ca31a0d9bb20f477975c-s6-c30A. Van Jordan’s new poetry collection, The Cineaste, has been published by W.W. Norton & Company. Van Jordan’s work appeared in NER 28.1 and 32.4.

From Publisher’s Weekly: “Drawn from his experience as a moviegoer, these poems prove anything but safe—each film is its own playground of dangers, of ‘strangers who mistake me for someone/ they owe.’”

The Cineaste is available from Powell’s Books and independent booksellers.

trace-webTrace, a new collection of poetry from Eric Pankey has recently been published by Milkweed Editions. Pankey has been featured in NER numerous times, most frequently in NER 34.1.

From Chase Twichell, author of Where the Answers Should Have Been: “In this age of both religious extremism and cynical atheism, Eric Pankey’s poems gleam with authenticity.”

Trace is available from Milkweed Editions and other booksellers.