For DM

Elizabeth places sublimity on
Fact, off-putting in-her distress

the fiddle band of Fred
the phrase hawk

– the great joyful mysterious thing. John “worn been bled
man” is, under the dancer, a Mandelstam. In 1938, the club.

For LJK

Italian hope-survival during life as matchmakers might combine two centuries later. Hence, fishing (yes!) in a temporary rain can make one feel like separate clauses in a

Russian poem.
Modern ditties Canadian: rumour, commercial media, looks, immense significance wicked and
free through the sound of that rain

widening deep-enough.

For TE

Only one kinship of
geogra-makers who
circulate.
That chamber which gives us “cycladic”
certainty is wonder-frail and as you are
drinking
between the gods it is
warning, a reading of
rises and falls distilled from
sorrow
of this.

There is no measure of “prey.” “rain,” “today,”
“covenants” – and power: to dishtil is to come to terms

with rhythm.

For BD

“A familiar of today’s students
recondite though he imagines
wonderful
humanity.” The
certain grasp of apparatus
“s/z” cells
coda
when a

point changes
into an extraordinary poem exemplified by
living.

Thus function is a fever,
not temperament; he has strength
that gives us science (a kind of proof) as a meta-state of empathy,
with each
metrical

unknown future.

For JW

Here’s the setting here the desire
to a drip
colours,
the process of
the
last few years,
wandering’s
translating
the specifics, the
mix.

Overall,
entering
“bare plum” is
wending,
contradictory like great Danubian whirlpools, something
reaching.

The innocent reads German in footsteps,
material which I myself cast inadvertent
around
a clearing.

For KL

His mind is a rainbow of
you, valley of
symbolic
trickle, legs disappearing
across time

original
but
still
out of its soil – distance plays with
104 symphonies.

In the “silence”
you make, most break.

For TV(b)

His head is not
his visit
he has begun
what all continued contact takes
intact.

“Far from kingdoms,”
wall of paper
universe of language bare plum of
yourself, time.

For our histories, are similarly
measured, metrical, the search for
the 10th century, fecund
“grounding” that we could for each of us feel whole.

For DK

Auxesis is a willingness to
reinforce the verse through
complexity extraordinary written in shorthand
like Orpheus,
like
free verse
species evident from the simile
words: tortured cadence and idiom
in literary Pope’s Homer.


The
low sun lines the Danube,
passes by and, yes, lines are not really
difficult to see.

For PP

Patrizia has everything to do she can never play still for movement
creates life’s potential and the diminutive
believe their
hunger,
creating. Notice gesture
carried out above question
without commas and poetic terms,
works perfectly being
as a whole

in one.



So far,
getting now
here.

For SO

Confusing life’s harshness through analogy, mixing
only two poems our identity and lable pretensions
of time preserved:
fragmentary upon silence.

At finally
memorable ours grief now
deems us.

Authors
common
come immediately to
curse
translation

that uses a more impressive word in pro-verbal
pattern, banal lines
men will renounce.

Instead, he honours meaning in the world, in Toronto and, especially, being preserved.

For ST

There are directions
with whom we
lilt strongly up, call it
celebration
(in both senses) for a
quasi-miraculous
fundamental myth
permanent writing
that when we read has sparingly
introduced poetry.

In that way, in the poem and in the
fox’s burrow, we invent.

Words, liquid,

worship.

For MV(b)

“Come,
passer of genes,” confirm
my worthy works.
Daddy,
who began as an actor, admits
it’s easier to
expect performance
even in poetry, even if the poem is cut down to size. But the speaker
turns

almost stops the gesture with amputation;
eschews
calling it an idol, his art
tragic a means self-haloed with all its wrong. The strength eventually becomes creative our hands another language – silence, distance, no longer speech
that the gods take pity on him or poetry, we steel new generations.

For CC

We see
ash, ochre,
suffering and

common values
laid waste,
a Teflon fantasy
also frequently lethal.
During
we are
much fun unusual
prized.
As if your
appendix husband’s
implicit economy and
pride suits traveling
away from the core of
known moments with relentless forward

rhythm to another time,
young again.


It is his turning away
that seems to be the
opening you –
music after
monosyllables in the

“anti-poem” very possibly imagined.

Nothing happened
no
fears.

For AW

The kernel of shadow is said to create
emotional correlations
of the terrain beset with buoyant
adjectival padding
and painting’s lines of song.
If poetry is pentameter,
it is the poem’s
ambiguities that thread visually imbued
circumstances: the
unintelligible rebuke. The fire does not even
heart attack a person
of cultural topics, out-loud speaking abstractions.

What an
element of hyperbolic being brought vividly to
our ears, this language, the task.

Furthermore, a parable



is, in reality, a
song:
the verbal rupture, creature


signifying more than one thing.

For VC-S

We come from
conversation no conclusion not frivolous;
writing a standpoint. One
common vision maintains Rilke’s tenderness moving
singing from the outset
down to the children
to the poet’s gift.
You have to slow down beloved,
but not far from the poem of your own.
English like rain, soon turns
into the ocean

but something closer
with time. By
now close they’re
beautiful out in the
fish,
after all, and two letters,
days.