Impressions

(by Mieczyslaw Jastrun. Translated Dzvinia Orlowsky & Jeff Friedman) Chrysanthemums, purple with anger, almost disappeared in shadow— dark red with green leaves in the scarred attic. Fledgling, when you shut your eyes what do you feel with your novice skin? When you open them, fire fringes the sky, red icons flaring. But what are the

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Wall

(by Mieczyslaw Jastrun. Translated Dzvinia Orlowsky & Jeff Friedman) I wanted to sleep peacefully but my conscience flung me awake. I shot the belly from a man on the Cross I wanted to flee to the window turn away from light This is what God did to keep the wall alive This wall, this air—

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I Found Them in a Dream

(by Mieczyslaw Jastrun. Translated Dzvinia Orlowsky & Jeff Friedman) I found them in dream, but didn’t know it, because they had changed. The dream gave me a sixth sense, new eyes to see the massacre, the operative logic— how they squeezed through narrow streets, arms bloody. The bullfinch descended in its black and white feathers

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Knife with Red Shaft

(by Mieczyslaw Jastrun. Translated Dzvinia Orlowsky & Jeff Friedman) Don’t lose focus— Put it back in the bottom drawer! It drives with a sudden twist through the hand held in air, then turns toward the breast. And from the hand, falls and falls pulled by gravity. Hand—compelled to strike— do you need an angel?