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Winter 1995/96
having a conver­ sation with them; it was much like today. At the end someone asked if I 80 Issue 95 page ... like it; it reconfirmed my belief in the power and beauty of poetry in the face of the worst life can ... his stable of translators. Alex Crumbley: Did it take you long to become comfortable writing persona ...
Page 113 from Issue 80 fine and finer and still it will not break. How much longer can I wait? How ... will anyone wait there to enter it with me? And what will all those years have done to her? If she ... in it. And still, I remember. * I remember a window through which a wind blew; curtains, lucent in ...
Page 94 from Issue 19 I. ''HOW MUCH LOAM, ORDINARY DIRT, FOLIAGE, MOSS, AND EVEN ... parables and a fabled landscape for our lives and spirit. This is our Kabalah, and if men, like yourself, ... write it in real English, archaic if necessary, but not low or cheap (we imagine that because we are ...
Page 94 from Issue 110-111 sharp scent of ink, between collarbone and breasts a line crosses her ... one fist again, No... No... No... her throat growing more and more raw but the voice remaining ... strident, fueled more by feral dread than pain. Frightening enough to recognize it's herself she ...
Page 131 from Issue 80 and with no apparent sense of its importance, does the narrator describe ... father's, as the stage directions say. As if she were a steward, she also manages the land and ensures its ... are unchanging and repeated actions, which is why they have so much value and so little narrative ...
sparrow. He was so happy, he raised his head out of the cow-shit and started to twitter joyfully, which ... Page 100 from Issue 94 TRIQUARTERLY On a beautiful winter day in Siberia, encouraged by the warm ... rays of the sun in a clear blue sky, a little sparrow left the security of his nest to fly and frolic ...
Cesar Vallejo
beyond that there is nothing. The wheel gives me the sea, narrating it, with a little dry border, to my ... "At best I'm somebody else…" Print Pages:  Page 94 from Issue 13-14 "At ... I remember to hope, and I annotate marble where, red index, cot of bronze, fox who is gone, I squirt water in ...
Cesar Vallejo
beyond that there is nothing. The wheel gives me the sea, narrating it, with a little dry border, to my ... "At best I'm somebody else" Print Pages:  Page 94 from Issue 13-14 "At ... I remember to hope, and I annotate marble where, red index, cot of bronze, fox who is gone, I squirt water in ...
and their charitable work-Milan Kundera calls it "moral judo" and makes fun of it in ... his latest novel-smells of opportunism, but I consider it a good thing. At the end of a century in ... twenty-first century. This role cannot be limited to government posts and charity. If we assume that ...
he's running and it would be the end if he couldn't go on. They are back there. The hairs on ... there under the crest and work downwards. It should take no more than up to midday to have the section ... Page 218 from Issue 94 TRIQUARTERLY morning, and you walk free. One of these days they will put ...

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