By Knud Sørensen, “En kjole til Astrids konfirmation” ©1986 Originally published by Gyldendal, Copenhagen. Translated from Danish by Michael Goldman He could have said that...
The Explosion Chronicles: Interview with 2016 Man Booker International Prize nominee Yan Lianke
By Sihan Tan How does one argue for the burning of books? Qin Shi Huang, the First Emperor of China and mastermind behind her Great...
Translation by Max Thompson: Alexander Blok, Innokenty Annensky
Author’s note: All poems are representative of Russian symbolism and were written in the early twentieth century, Russia’s so-called Silver Age of poetry, which was short-lived...
Translations by Maximiliane Donicht: Georg Trakl
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Translation by Mark Lager: Moon Song by Raoul Ponchon
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TRANSLATION – From The Cloud of Unknowing, translated by James Bradley
Here beginneth the first chapter. Ghostly friend in God, thou shalt well understand that I find, in my boisterous beholding, four degrees and forms of...
TRANSLATION – Excerpt from Trash Bags by Enrique Winter, translated by Ellen Jones
Brenda crouches by the dog that’s been hit: its legs are together, the tire mark running from its backside to its nose, still twitching in...
TRANSLATION – It Looks Very Ordinary by Julia Butschkow, Translated by Peter Sean Woltemade
The bus stop’s shelter provides poor protection against the wind, which is really biting today. The bus runs only a few times per hour, and...
REVIEW – I Sing of Arms and the Guy
The Aeneid, Books I-VI, translated by David Hadbawnik – Shearsman Books. 2015. Paperback. 222pp. By Aaron Poochigian "The translation simultaneously undercuts the gravity of Roman...
TRANSLATION – Poems by Andrey Bely and Alexander Blok, Translated by Max Thompson
Autumn by Andrey Bely My fingers slipped out of your hands. You’re walking away with a frown. Look how the birch trees have strewn...
TRANSLATION — Four Poems by Ronny Someck, translated by Avia Tadmor
Niva I saw her once taking off her shirt. Her bra was the color of a shack in the immigrant camp. I exaggerate when I...
3 Mistranslations of Georg Trakl by Umair Kazi, David Lee, and Beca Alderete Baca
Jar by David Lee Dunk all stilly, the kind heat. Underground etching, wide debt dies and mutt, blue lichen licks golden rue and dunks and...