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Poetry in English

Aleksey Dayen
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Bishnupada Ray
Gail Goldstein

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Aleksey Dayen


Another warm winter
60° fog
New York at 9 a.m. feels like
summer nights in Leningrad.
Windows metal curtains fire escapes—
everything in b/w.
I've seen all these too many times
in different cities on two continents.
The colors are gone
accompanied by upbeat.
The mood is cool-jazz,
broken umbrellas filling
garbage cans like dead ravens.
And almost no traffic
this Saturday morning.
Only tired, shaky drunkards
and dog walkers
and lonely lovers
are hitting the streets,
some looking for an adventure
some making a buck
some going home
to get some rest.

Homeless on My Block

A homeless guy on my Manhattan block
never asked for change
nor food,
doesn't have a sign
that tells his story.
His beard and hair
haven't been trimmed or washed
for quite some time,
unlike mine.
He sits inside a torn cardboard box
reading Novoye Russkoe Slovo—
an immigrant newspaper that published
some writings of mine.

Everyday leaving an upscale building
and passing by this smiling fellow
from my homeland,
I bear a thought in mind:
Would it be OK to start
to talk with him
in our native rhyming tongue?

To My Older Friends

I didn’t have a chance to meet
most of the Great Ones
though History repeats itself.

But, lucky me,
I was able
to catch quite a few
in my storm-colored net.

I’ll never throw anyone back
into the pond
like scaly sunfish
which take more time
to cook than eat.
I’ll be listening
till the End
for them,
asking myself:
What did I miss
being deaf before?

A New Book

Well . . .
let’s close this chapter
light a Cuban cigar
take another sip of JW Blue
kiss a woman
still occupying your bed
who won’t go away
and feel like a rich man.

Then . . .
open a new book
another child
of a lost poet.

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Shabdaguchha, an International Bilingual Poetry Journal, edited by Hassanal Abdullah