Best Bilingual Poems

BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even...

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"When the Grim Reaper asked for my spirit,
I told him to take my poetic pen.
He walked away smiling, leaving me illiterate."

In the mystical wilderness of...

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A bird, caged in jealous possession,
by silent assassins of suppression.
Fate took her voice, as she flew to be free,
now her songs are whispers of misery.

Is...

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Tongue Study

Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.        ...

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This morning I am glued to my TV,
for something has happened in DC!
I’m scratching my head.
Am I dreaming still in bed?
They are PRAISING the President...

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Aimeriez vous une chevaline rouge 
Composée de sucre d’orge?
(would you like a red horse made of barley sugar?)
Vous pourriez faire la race de
Plaines aux tires...

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Sycamores certainly speak French, cypresses - ancient Greek, the Old Testament's olives are bilingual: they speak Hebrew and Aramaic. Birch is a Russian tree though...

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Cul du sac

Blood tears
Leaking
		slowly
      the empty face
emotions raped


red raindrops
	fancy lollipops

	empty glass
filling with sanguine color

 		drip
	drip
 drip

We are smiles

	en chante
tous


les petits...

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The end of a life
And the last of a line 
None there to mourn her
But the priest and the pallbearers
(and the crows in the trees)
No...

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They are bilingual,
fluent in a paradoxical
intersection of a line and a cloud.
Each language has a distinct cadence,
a unique inflection.
They can jump over the discontinuity,
the differential...

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Pi (e) Day Sestina

being the recollection of a conversation between myself as I was trying to enjoy a piece of 
pie and my suddenly irrational,...

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American citizens, no matter what their occupation,
would love to go overseas for a vacation.
For all those people who have never been out of the country,
obtain...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at...

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