and I can't find a full version of the former in English online but the Turkish is here: sub1.farmaupdate.com/siir/n/nazim...

the Blasing/Konuk translation of the latter (Severmişim Meğer) is here: poets.org/poem/things-...

of two lines that always stick with me:

"me and my corner grocer, we're both mightily unknown in America" from İstanbul House of Detention, and "and here I've loved rivers all this time" from "Things I Didn't Know I Loved" (both trans. Blasing & Konuk)

Marge Piercy Forever

this is an absolute banger and definitely one of mine

Ondaatje's The Cinnamon Peeler

but every five or so years a different poem becomes the one in the book that I'm most drawn to—first it was Matins [what is my heart to you], then The Red Poppy, later the title poem, and now I'm fully in my Witchgrass era.

The Wild Iris remains one of my top 10 volumes and has done for about two decades now.

This is too relatable! When that recent East Bay 4.3 woke me up my first thought was that if the shaking kept going much longer it might be the big one and my second thought was about DYFI, and only then did I get to “maybe I should get out of bed and take cover,” by which point it had stopped.

barely past January and I'm already deeply delighted by all the bonus poetry, man. Miron Białoszewski: holy shit!