KATARINA FROSTENSON
Two Poems
(translation by Bradley Harmon)
did you see
when the words came back
did you see
when the words came back
Han VanderHart reviews Diane Seuss
Dear Saroja,
I pray my paper cranes
The wind is a novice
instrument, a loud puckered
mouth.
Now the winter lays bare its dead
When I was a child a bird fell from the sky and landed in a doorway in front of me.
Spring will come and with it the audacious dirt
love:
how is it?
stop off some miles after the WY border stand over Tongue River
full body of a deer
Both hands large enough to palm a globe