August 3, 2016KR OnlinePoetry


In memoriam Tomaž Šalamun

Any sprig that touches
Air touches water—
A blow in the heart blows the wall—
After debt is a circle
Arrived around valleys licked
A thread greener than
A matter of time—now shearing season—
Astronomers prod
Angles parallel to the ram—
Apiaries muck out stables
Awash in honey or shit luck
As in uncanny valleys
Air touches wetnesses—
A horizon grows train horns
Around yourself the road—
Apex counterflow
Addled what mystery is
Aftermath the sea slurred clear—
After this hour another I come—
An ass braying on
Any sprig that touches

Matthew Moore's co-translations, with the author, of Tomaž Šalamun's poems appear in Likestarlings and are forthcoming in Asymptote. With Logan Fry and Caroline Gormley, he edits and publishes Flag + Void. Moore lives on farms in North and South Carolina; his poems have appeared recently in Prelude.