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All translations must be of poems of extraordinary in vision, craft, integrity and originality. Poems of any length and form are welcome.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

We look for arresting imagery, polished language, emotional
impact, and lyricism without pretension in the poetry
. 

All translations must be of poems of extraordinary in vision, craft, integrity and originality. Poems of any length and form are welcome.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.


We look for arresting imagery, polished language, emotional
impact, and lyricism without pretension in the poetry
.


Like An Ink or a Language — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙒𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙄𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙮...

Crime Of War — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed

𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙨...

The Winged Singer — PROSA POÉTICA 𝒃𝒚 Silla Maria Campanini

“𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣,” 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, “𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

𝘼 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣; 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙;...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

𝙈𝙮 𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥; 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Tsai Jung-Yung

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚, 𝙏𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙖𝙙, 𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Tsai Jung-Yung

𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚, 29 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨...

— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Tsai Jung-Yung

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝’𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙙...

—— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Suna Hezer

𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙨...

—— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Suna Hezer

𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨...

—— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Suna Hezer

𝙄𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨...

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