An abandoned city’s lone inhabitant rages against his surroundings and those who left in this poem by Ciwan Nebî. Only the madman has stayed behind in the city, Barefoot On cold nights Shots can be heard! What does he have to fear? He has no kin, No kingdom but the city. He’ll resort to anything! He calls out to those who have abandoned the city As if they took what’s left of his mind with them, and all his cigarettes! He calls out in the rain, Staring at the...

In two poems, Ciwan Qado reflects on relentless poverty and longs for relief from the worries of adult life. ​I needed to wake up at 3:00 in the morning to make it to work I said to myself, you can't go to work—you haven’t slept Either sleep and don’t go to work Or don't sleep but still don’t go to work. I proceeded with caution Like a marble inching toward the line I opened my eyes. The rain drizzled down. Inside my head, a sound like banging the...

Loneliness proves insurmountable in this haunting poem by Cihan Hesen. I speak to The corpse of a dead poem I speak to The skin of the night I speak to The bare fingernails of my weak hands I speak to The broken mirror in my dark and empty room I speak to Your orderly books I speak to Loneliness I speak to The loneliness of my long shadow But the hush feeling, silence sullen-faced fate reaches my ears I too fall silent in the fire of silence © Cihan Hesen. By arrangement with...

An unwelcome visitor becomes a coveted houseguest in this poem by Voltaire Oyzon.   Voltaire Oyzon reads "Water." Rain, this most ungracious guest, enters your house without bothering to knock very rude he’s all over the place messes up the house soaks the foot rags wets chairs winnowing basket grater firewood sleeping mat the covers even the pillows the wedding picture, my wife’s and mine . . . Three or four days he hangs out in our house. I tell myself, don’t...

Karaoke unites a group of Filipina expats in this short story by Genevieve Asenjo. She arrived as a guest and departed as an accomplice to a crime, after sitting down to a dinner of pinakbet and sinigang with the Kim family. At least, that’s what she tells me in between mouthfuls of peanuts and potato chips. We are at Janga Norebang in Koejong. Listen. One night in this Korean family’s typical apartment in Busan, tap water was gushing from the faucet onto the sink. There...

A juggler’s performance raises philosophical questions in this poem by Mesándel Virtusio Arguelles. Swapping seven balls with his palm, and with air. Precision inhabits the gap between the ball’s trajectory and its anticipated pace at the brink of hesitation— the arc of descent. How does one grasp making sense of timing when to hurl and when to catch?    Is it when one rehearses alone or when one rehearses being alone? Which one holds when there...

In this poem by M. J. Cagumbay Tumamac, a free diver’s connection to the sea endures even as his tribal way of life disappears.   Listen to M. J. Cagumbay Tumamac read "A Planned Brief Documentary on a Teenage Boy in a Badjao Village." also after Jade Mark Capiñanes from his essay “Abal” We will start with the fact you are not impressed by the depth of the Celebes Sea. Since birth, you are tethered to the moon and sun exhorting you to surface and sink. We...

In this short story by Elizabeth Joy Serrano-Quijano, a young girl longs to see the world beyond her rural village. Darkness falls in the afternoon. It’s going to rain again. The carabao and the goats have been herded off to shelter. The newly harvested corn has been covered. The house smells of fuel because our tiny lamp has been lit. Smoke rises from the hearth, a signal that Mama is cooking something. The five of us can’t go out. I want to go out so I can wait for...

In this poem by Enrique Villasis, faith and desire take the shape of a flock of birds. Here is how one is seared by unspoken desire: holy and yellow, Like this scene of a setting sun always ready to melt Over our eyes and chests, and the departing light bringing with it an ache Beneath our lashes. We are often taught to have our eyes closed, to ignore the weight Of our eyelids, to let loose in throbbing want: this is the beginning of every prayer. In the mind, a flock of birds, feathers...

Religious symbolism and threats of violence loom in this impressionistic poem by Marlon Hacla. This body, stuffed with nightmares a nesting ground for hawks, swollen with intractable blues, if only I could solicit a new shape for you, if only you would scintillate like a word. - Flanked in the middle of three sharp cops, a rose of the purest red, the gleaming points of sharp thorns. - Song that begets all songs, haunts the ensuing cult of the carillon. There’s the tolling for...

In this short story by Najwa bin Shatwan, a Daesh attack forces George to flee the Christian cemetery and take refuge among the Muslim dead of Benghazi. It was customary for the dead of Benghazi to visit their families whenever they pleased, sticking their noses into every affair—big or small—and, if a revolution were to break out, they would join its ranks, having no qualms about dying twice over. Such was, without fail, the habit of all the dead in Benghazi: those whose...

In this short play by Wajdi al-Ahdal, the colonel’s wedding night is hijacked by an assassination attempt and a case—or two—of mistaken identity.   Translator’s Note: Wajdi al-Ahdal’s The Colonel's Wedding won first prize for scriptwriting at the Ninth Arab Youth Theatre Festival in Alexandria in 1997. At that time, its central trope—the struggle to consummate, or to avoid consummating, a marriage between two characters who are...

"Tomboy" is one of four winning poems selected by Mónica de la Torre for the Words Without Borders—Academy of Americans Poets Poems in Translation Contest. Listen to Robin Myers read her translation of Argentinean poet Claudia Masin's "Tomboy" Listen to Claudia Masin read "Tomboy” in the original Argentinean Spanish. I don’t understand how we walk around the world as if there were a single way for each of us, a kind of life stamped into us like...

"Pillow" is a poem by 2019 Poems in Translation Contest winner Lee Young-ju, translated into English by Jae Kim. Listen to Lee Young-ju read her poem "Pillow" in the original Korean. Listen to Jae Kim read the English translation of Lee Young-ju's "Pillow." Down in this sewer, have I become my friend? By the manmade waters where my school principal killed himself, geese cried. On the other side of the barbed-wire fence is a large cloudchimney. I put on a straw hat I...

"Roommate, Woman" is one of four winning poems selected by Mónica de la Torre for the Words Without Borders—Academy of Americans Poets Poem-in-Translation Contest. Listen to Lee Young-ju read her poem "Roommate, Woman." in the original Korean. Listen to Jae Kim read the English translation of Lee Young-ju's "Roommate, Woman." On waking, I see my body has been rearranged. I’m reminded of the tongue you, having cried so much, dropped under the cypress...

"An Apocryphal History of the Discovery of Migration, or The Sacrifice of the Pfeilstörchenn" is one of four winning poems selected by the editors and guest judge Mónica de la Torre for the Words Without Borders—Academy of Americans Poets Poems in Translation Contest. Listen to Jacob Rogers read his translation of Galician poet Alba Cid's "An Apocryphal History of the Discovery of Migration, or The Sacrifice of the Pfeilstörchen." Listen to Alba Cid read...

  "Cloth Birds" is one of four winning poems selected by Mónica de la Torre for the Words Without Borders—Academy of Americans Poets Poems in Translation Contest.   Listen to Natascha Bruce read her translation of Hong Kong poet Dorothy Tse's "Cloth Birds."     Listen to Dorothy Tse read "Cloth Birds” in the original Cantonese.   There's no cloth hawker in the bazaar  willing to make dirty deals  with the...

In this poem by Tahir Hamut, a woman's wait for a phone call turns into a series of reminiscences—or are they figments of the imagination?   Listen to Tahir Hamut read "Phone Call" in the original Uyghur.   A phone call makes the heart tremble The vexing wind swoops like an ancient Indian dance This was a day passed inside a whirlwind A phone call from the last century connects to a simple “Hello?” An intermezzo from the dusky elm’s...

This poem by Tahir Hamut reflects on Sama, a type of rhythmic dance punctuated by unified shouting while dancing in a circular pattern. Its roots are in pre-Islamic Zoroastrian fire dances, but over the centuries it became an element of Sufi ritual practice. Up until 2014 it was an integral part of Uyghur festival celebrations.   Listen to Tahir Hamut read "A Night Sama" in the original Uyghur.   Sixteen writhing white lines, Each looks different from the next....

In this epistolary short story, a Welsh missionary goes to Japan but ends up converting to a new way of life.   Listen to Llŷr Gwyn Lewis read "Dolores Morgan's Letters from the Far East" in the original Welsh     Kyoto, 1868 Letters in the hand of Dolores Morgan, a missionary for the Union of Welsh Baptists, to her friend Leila Farr Bevan. The Union was a new body that sent missionaries to Japan soon after the country changed its long-standing policy...