Venice masks

Thursday, 2 October 2025

This Summer Was Different - Rumi Ullidov

This summer was different
For there were no sunny days
Nor starry nights
Van Gogh would cough and be sick

Wednesday, 1 October 2025

Serenata - Miloš Crnjanski

Hear, the moon weeps, young and yellow.
Listen to me, darling, the last time.
I will die, so when you want me,
do not shout my name on the sunset.

Tuesday, 30 September 2025

Monday, 29 September 2025

Sunday, 28 September 2025

The morning appears immeasurably beautiful - Wenceslaus II

The morning appears immeasurably beautiful,
the night must descend from her throne,
which she held in all her magnificence in Greece:
now the day shall ascend.

Saturday, 27 September 2025

Let Peace Sweep through Our Minds - Indunil Madhusankha

For three long decades
the nation was beaten
in no small measure
at the eruption of the terror bomb

Friday, 26 September 2025

Song of Mist - Balys Sruoga

The smooth oar lifts no spray,
The soft breeze dies away,
There's joy in store today.

Thursday, 25 September 2025

Root - Miklós Radnóti

Power flashes unseen through the root
That drinks rain, feeds on earth below;
And its dream is white as snow.

Wednesday, 24 September 2025

A Record on the Doorstep - Augustin Tin Ujević

These poems - it's not me,
even though I wrote them.
These moans, it's not me,
though I really sighed them.

Tuesday, 23 September 2025

The dust was here first - Vivian Tjijandjeua Ojo

The dust was here first
Mothers came to tend to the dust
and absorbed its clay shades for their skin.