错误
郑愁予
我打江南走过
那等在季节里的容颜如莲花的开落
东风不来,三月的柳絮不飞
你的心如小小的寂寞的城
恰若青石的街道向晚
跫音不响,三月的窗扉紧掩
我达达的马蹄是美丽的错误
我不是归人,是个过客
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Primavera – Fall 2013: Tongue Ties
This first quarterly issue of the Buenos Aires Review boasts new literary works from a variety of tongues—French, Galician, German, Portuguese, Russian, and a touch of Hungarian accompany... Read More »
Travelers to Buenos Aires
Lucas Mertehikian translated by Jennifer Croft
The history of the Americas has always been inseparable from the notion of travel, and Argentina is no exception to this... Read More »
Ishion Hutchinson
A GIRL AT CHRISTMAS
The choir that cannot die. Fish and fennel. Snow. Christmas tree, clover and pomegranate.
For all she’s gladdened: milk which is love dreaming in one hand; clefts of clementine stain
the other.... Read More »
Alfredito
Liliana Colanzi translated by Chris Meade
Once, when I was a little girl, I saw a pig being killed. It was summer. Flies were launching themselves against the windows.... Read More »