Ireland
For two hours we sat on the plane and waited [...]
“Open the book”: Elizabeth Bishop’s Marginalia
Elizabeth Bishop was a light annotator, the near-opposite of her [...]
Diagnosis
so his life snapped back, a bough pulled down, then [...]
How Can You Count in These Exponential Times?
There's this guy, Dörner He makes a kind of computer [...]
Baking Night
“Scintillating conversation,” said the voice on the phone. “That’s what [...]
The Mislaid
I heard about someone who could recall 5,442 pages of [...]
Impressions of the City at Sunrise
Streak of yellow oblong of pink riff of aluminum red [...]
Transversal: A Latin American Poetry Lab at Harvard
The following poems are selections from translations commissioned by the [...]
I Know It But I Don’t Know It
I know it but I don't know it. Than sticks [...]
[From L’heure bleue, or The Judy Poems]
To avoid Jack when he's sad— what he indulgently calls [...]