Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Selected Poems; "Opening Poem,"

so I wandered devouring darkness 

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems; from ‘Poems Uncollected in Books (1956–1960)’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

But why am I too much for myself and too little with you why, whenever you come near me, I feel as if a part of me has disappeared—

Adonis, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)

[text: How do you even begin to part ways with yourself]

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems of M.T.; “Poem of the End.”

Mirages of impossibilities.

— Gopalakrishna Adiga, Selected Poems, transl by Sumatheendra Nadig, (2005)

Practical to the end, it is the poem of his existence that triumphed finally; a wisp of feathers flattened to the pavement, wings spread symmetrically as if in flight, the head gone, the black escutcheon of the breast undecipherable, an effigy of a sparrow, a dried wafer only, left to say and it says it without offense, beautifully; This was I, a sparrow. I did my best; farewell.

William Carlos Williams, excerpt of "The Sparrow," from Selected Poems

Pierre Reverdy, from “Selected Poems: ‘Inn’” tr. Patricia Terry.

ne sabahın süsenleri tanır seni ne incir ağacı, ne atlar ne tepedeki dolunay, ne çocuk tanır seni ne de ikindi, ölüsün çünkü, dirileceğin de yok.

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"He, like me, is haunted by his heart,"

- Mahmoud Darwish (Selected Poems)

When we arrived at the centre of darkness the forest opened.

Alejandra Pizarnik, Selected Poems; Uncollected Poems (1962 –1972) from ‘Contemplation’, tr. Cecilia Rossi

― Marina Tsvetaeva, Selected Poems

[text ID: I am only a shell where the ocean is still sounding.]

i will be forever alone

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kofi

Is this really the world? Shall i grieve? Shall i hope?

// Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

I love the rainfall on the women of distant meadows. I love the glittering water and the scent of stone.

Mahmoud Darwish, from "Addresses for the Soul, outside this Place", diwan "Fewer Roses" (1986), Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems (Translated and Edited by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché, with Sinan Antoon and A mira El-Zein)

You can shape me from my ashes. […] Kiss my echo.

— Vasko Popa, Selected Poems, transl by Anne Pennington, (1969)