“It is a long way. The way has been long./ You stumble at the gates/ whose flags and guards breathe out the West…” Poem of the Week (July 28), by Clarissa Aykroyd.
“What a lovely thing/ a rose is, he thinks, but they will not bloom/ for weeks….” Poem of the Week (June 23), by Clarissa Aykroyd.
“Then there were stars and he tried to breathe in the pulse of their light./ The flickering of stars is like the heartbeat before death.” Weekend poem, by Clarissa Aykroyd.
Clarissa Aykroyd on how she entered ‘the world of translated poetry’