From “Spanish Folk Songs” Salvador De Madariaga                   II Of the dust of the earth  Can I make songs. One is scarcely over,  A new one comes. Del polvo de la tierra  Saco yo coplas.  No bien se acaba una  Ya tengo otra.                   LV Like two trees we are By fate separated. The road is between But the boughs are mated. Como dos árboles somos Que la suerte nos separa, Con un camino por medio, Pero se juntan las ramas.                   CII I see myself as a crow.  All are wearing clothes of gladness,  Clothed in black mourning I go. Me comparo con [...]

Story—Late Summer or Early Fall Yoo Heekyung  translated from the Korean by Stine An Late summer or early fall—memories are unreliable Father was lying on his side In the swaying spiderweb, no spider could be seen The spider is hiding, why don’t you try touching the spiderweb But I am afraid The sound of wooden floorboards creaking Withering up for decades, Father rolled over to his other side And when he did, his scent, his warmth Just as I hadn’t touched the spiderweb, I didn’t dare touch my father’s back And so, neither the spider nor my father moved Why couldn’t I [...]