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Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator

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W.F. LANTRY<br />

W.F. Lantry received his Licence <strong>and</strong> Maîtrise from<br />

L’Université de Nice, M.A. in English from Boston University <strong>and</strong><br />

Ph.D. in Literature <strong>and</strong> Creative Writing from the University of<br />

Houston. He is the recipient of the Paris/Atlantic Young Writers<br />

Award, <strong>and</strong> was a finalist in the 2009 Fern<strong>and</strong>o Rielo International<br />

Award in Mystical Poetry. In 2010, he won the CutBank Patricia<br />

Goedicke Prize in Poetry, <strong>and</strong> was commended for his entry to the<br />

International Hippocrates Prize for Poetry <strong>and</strong> Medicine in the U.K.<br />

His poems have appeared in Gulf Coast, Prairie Fire, Unsplendid,<br />

Istanbul Literary Review, The French Literary Review, The Literary<br />

Bohemian <strong>and</strong> The Wallace Stevens Journal. He currently serves as<br />

the Director of Academic Technology at The Catholic University of<br />

America in Washington, DC.<br />

Gacela of the Heron’s Dream<br />

Calling across the breakers as the dawn<br />

illuminates the curvatures of earth<br />

which mimic long ellipses of her wings<br />

<strong>and</strong> those short crescents of her early flights,<br />

her voice is drowned by waves sweeping along<br />

our tidal flats whose broken horseshoe crabs<br />

reflect in polished surfaces the white<br />

remnants of all the drowned, her mourning cry<br />

laments each loss, <strong>and</strong> yet the surface, clear<br />

before the wind comes up, barely reflects<br />

the blazing sky, <strong>and</strong> hides what burns beneath<br />

groundswells <strong>and</strong> currents barring her, she wades<br />

along the line between the earth <strong>and</strong> sky,<br />

between the earth <strong>and</strong> water, messenger<br />

across all three domains, her lonely voice<br />

drowned by the intersections she invokes.<br />

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