“Dark like an armpit, bloody like a heart”
Joyce Mansour. Translated by Emilie Moorhouse
“… dampen with the sumptuous scents
of time, of brevities . . . and I have sung of
festive tendencies turned upside down.
But can’t you do something about death,
Lord, about limits, about all that ends?
César Vallejo. Translated from the Spanish by Yvette Siegert.
