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2024/12/19

A Strangely Moving Ode to the Toilet

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We're welcoming a chorus of new poetic voices into the pages of The Paris Review this holiday season. In our new Winter issue, you'll find Rachel Mannheimer's rueful reflections on car-custody battles and wildlife-removal services; Simone White's poetic commentary on Young Thug's recent trial; and Hua Xi's strangely moving ode to the toilet. And in translation, a far-flung pair of contributors appear in the magazine for the first time, too: the tenth-century Icelandic poet-outlaw Egill Skallagrímsson (translated from the Old Norse by Emily Osborne), and the modern Assyrian Iraqi poet Sargon Boulus (translated from the Arabic by Miles Cayman). To learn more about how writers and translators like these make great poetry happen, check out our online Making of a Poem series, featuring short conversations with contributors including Kim Hyesoon, Patty Nash, and Eliot Weinberger.
 
Srikanth Reddy, poetry editor
hand-to-hand pass
Simone White

one of the Williams motions
in limine
recounts the hand-to-hand pass
of a percocet pill
which brings to mind
the word for activities i do
roughly grouped
by the goal
of my son's
thriving: caregiving.
from "Cruel Loss of Sons"
Egill Skallagrímsson, Translated by Emily Osborne

First, still,
father-death
I must speak of
and mother-loss.
Lug praise-lumber
out of word-temple 
then leaf it
with language. 
Toilet
Hua Xi

A toenail clipping floating in a toilet bowl
like a crescent moon reflected in water,

beauty is quiet and self-conscious.

A character in a novel
sits on the toilet.

Sometimes for forever. 
There Are Journeys
Sargon Boulus, translated by Miles Cayman

I arrive in my country after crossing
a river astrologers immerse themselves in
with their rusty instruments
searching for the stars
The Car
Rachel Mannheimer

When we were together, it was often he who drove.
But sometimes we drove separately, we drove ourselves
to different destinations—
to the store. I drove to walk,
to go on walks.
We had two cars. We both could drive.
Illustrations by Na Kim.
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