Monthly Archives: September 2014
Mark Strand, on not forgetting a poem
When I went to Brazil in 1965 as a Fulbright Lecturer I had read only a few of Carlos Drummond de Andrade’s poems in translations done either by Elizabeth Bishop or John Nist. I did not know Portuguese and thought quite erroneously it turned out that I would learn it by doing my own translations. […]
Epic of the Ex-Urbs, by Tomasz Rozycki
All at once, led by a curious intuition, his cousin began to brake, using not only the pedals but also his feet, his knuckles, and his facial expression, causing smoke to issue from his Polish-made sneakers and a strange smell to rise into the air. They came to a halt. But though they had stopped, […]
Bronek, by Magdalena Tulli
From the moment my mother came into dementia, time with her ran backwards. First the preceding day vanished from her memory, then the month before. In the outside world the dates followed one another in the usual order, but she paid no attention. In her apartment, late March regained its beginning, and then the page […]