August 2011

The train rushed past It passed me by, and I am like a station. I don’t know whether I’m seeing people off or greeting them: Welcome, on my platforms cafes, offices, roses, telephones, newspapers, sandwiches, music, and a rhyme for another poet who comes and waits The train rushed past It passed me by, and

Standing Before the Ruins of Al-Birwehby Mahmoud Darwishtran. by Sinan Antoon  Like birds, I tread lightly on the earth’s skinso as not to wake the deadI shut the door to my emotions to become my otherI don’t feel that I am

Today is the 3rd anniversary of the death of Mahmoud Darwish. For the occasion: A Travelerby Mahmoud Darwishtrans. by Sinan Antoon  This road takes me; a horse guiding a horsemanA traveler like me cannot look backI have walked far enough to knowwhere

Please join Archipelago Books on Friday, August 12, for a starry celebration of Julio Cortázar’s From the Observatory: Friday, August 126:30 p.m.Vassar College Observatory124 Raymond AvenuePoughkeepsie, NY 12604  Reception to be followed by a reading and panel discussion with translator Anne McLean,