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Bird on a Branch<\/strong><\/p>\n A bird poised on a branch before she died. The smog was thick <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rebecca Ruth Gould<\/strong>‘s poems and translations have appeared in Nimrod, Kenyon Review, Tin House, The Hudson Review, Salt Hill, <\/em>and The Atlantic Review.<\/em> She translates from Persian, Russian, and Georgian, and has translated books such as After Tomorrow the Days Disappear: Ghazals and Other Poems of Hasan Sijzi of Delhi<\/em> (Northwestern University Press, 2016) and The Death of Bagrat Zakharych<\/em> and other Stories by Vazha-Pshavela (Paper & Ink, 2019).\u2028\u00a0 Website: https:\/\/rrgould.hcommons.org\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bird on a Branch A bird poised on a branch asked the moon lover for the number of lives she had left before she died. She plumed her feathers like a canopy & tried to breathe free. The smog was thick the drone was loud & the current of sound raged against […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19063","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19063"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19063\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19221,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19063\/revisions\/19221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nasked the moon lover
\nfor the number of lives
\nshe had left<\/p>\n
\nShe plumed her feathers
\nlike a canopy
\n& tried to breathe free.<\/p>\n
\nthe drone was loud
\n& the current of sound
\nraged against her lustrous trill.<\/p>\n