
Look
By Yi Wei
“The ripening of our women is a legacy / of burning. We leave behind nothing / but seeds.”
By Yi Wei
“The ripening of our women is a legacy / of burning. We leave behind nothing / but seeds.”
“it is lonely here / in the way I imagine places without life at all are lonely – / the surface of Mars. / the Moon’s ridges.”
By Emily Zogbi
“I / turn over a vase & find my name. I round / a corner & the table has vanished. I shake / a teapot & the missing rings appear in my / mouth.”
We are honored to share with everyone the winners, finalists, and longlist of the 2021 Sappho Prize for Women Poets! This year’s winners were selected by Maggie Smith.
By Serrina Zou
“There is never enough bleach to taint our country clean, only enough / body politics to call ourselves a nation.”
Someone has fake-planted geraniums in a pot down the block from me / and though they are too bright and untextured to be real, they still / sometimes fool me.
Hunger is a kind of sermon; to see a lonely thing and want to make it a part of yourself.
We are honored to share with everyone the winners, finalists, and longlist of the 2021 Emerging Poet Prize! This year’s winners were selected by Kelli Russell Agodon.
O hands that wound, / no one sung this song to you, / no one rimmed your neck with shame.