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Writer's pictureHiram Larew

A Review and Translations

A Review and Translations


  • Translations -- With help from poet Irma Kurti, more of Larew's poems (Soaked and Over Joys; see below) appear in Albanian in the Kosovo journal, Orfeu. Ms. Kurti is a wonderful poetry collaborator.  https://orfeu.al/hiram-larew-shqiperoi-irma-kurti


    Soaked

     

    Fame must be like driving

         in a downpour

         or squinting through it --

         trying to see

         what’s what at night

        with no one else around

         but with warnings everywhere

         loudly

     

    Or maybe being well known means in fact that

         wet shirts finally feel normal.

    Maybe in fact it’s when you suddenly get the chills

        from all the headlines

        and say a threadbare

       Well wow thank you

        in a shiver

     

    Truth be told

         acclaim is probably like when creeks flood 

         your low ground

         and only trees and dogs are watching

         from the bluff above

         as you flail by

         in a froth

            

    Yes, popularity is most likely like

         how her house smells --

         damp and musty forever --

         long after your dear loved great aunt

         has turned in her ticket

         for good


                          ***


    Over Joys

     

    There are far too few places in the world

    Where trees arch over the road.

     

    Fewer still that pause in the purpling light of autumn.

     

    And fewer than even that

    That gather within you alone

    Like secret inlets

    Or whispered barns.

     

    Yes

    Over joys are the rare times

    That loft their voices inside.



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