For cantos in winter, from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from Altazor: Canto III / by Vicente Huidobro (1893-1948, Chile), translated by Eliot Weinberger
The sea is a roof of bottles
That dreams in the sailor’s memory
My husband said 2014 was a mixed bag for him. I guess that’s every year, ultimately, which puts me in the mood for denial. Here’s another talisman for a bright and shiny 2015, from Poetry Foundation at: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/243270.
from New Year / by Dilruba Ahmed
Last night something
tunneled through the elms.
For Tuesdays everywhere, from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from Sonatina / by Rubén Darío (Nicaragua, 1867-1916), translated by Lysander Kemp
The princess is sad in her golden chair,
the keys of her harpsichord gather dust
Another for 2015, from Poetry Foundation, at: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180394.
from New Year / by Bei Dao (Zhao Zhenkai, b. 1949), translated by David Hinton and Yanbing Chen
a child carrying flowers walks toward the new year
a conductor tattooing darkness
listens to the shortest pause
For freighters and roads and to keep moving, from Poetry, January 2015.
from Poem That Wants to Be Called the West Side Highway / by Samuel Amadon
Maybe they looked for me. Maybe
it wasn’t someone else’s shift, and then
it was.
For the winter garden I’m having trouble watering with the drought’s alternate-watering-day/time schedule, from:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/1783#poem
from Symphony of a Mexican Garden / by Grace Hazard Conkling (1878–1958)
For hammocks and kings, from The FSG Book of Twentieth Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from A Manifesto / by José Santos Chocano (Peru, 1875-1934), translated by Andrew Rosing
When I feel Incan, I honor that king,
the Sun, who offers me the scepter of his royal power;
when I feel Spanish, I invoke the empire
For the new year, from The FSG Book of Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from Fiera de Amor / by Delmira Agustini (Uruguay, 1886-1914), translated by Ilan Stavans
And I clamored to the impossible heart… the statue,
A custodian of its glory, pure and serene,
With its forehead in Tomorrow and its feet in Yesterday
For the passing year, from The Best American Poetry, 2014.
from In My Last Past Life / by Hailey Leithauser
a forest and love and a river, and grief
was a ghost hidden green in the leaves,
an echo off cliffs that bound back the sea
For more stars, from The FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from The Dead Horse / by Cecilia Meireles (1901-1964, Brazil), translated by James Merrill
Crystal grains were rolling down
his lustrous flank, and the breeze
twisted his mane in a littlest,
lightest arabesque
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