Les Amoureux - Salò Tomoe

Dawn inundating the streets, you and I
never cease to adore each other, you and I
running through dead-end streets, you and I

Lot's wives - Pireeni Sundaralingam

We stood,
as women before us have stood,

If angels sang our Saviour’s birth - Anonymous

If angels sang our Saviour’s birth,
On that most blessèd morn,
Then let us imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.

The Wound - Khet Mar

What a surprise!
The most cheerful tiding hit me
In the most cheerless hour of life.

Chilly Dawn - Makoto Ōoka

So many times I fell cutting through the chilly morning wind
into a sea of clouds….
reindeer driven to a glacial region
walk with quiet gait in the feeble light

The measure - Lena Kent

Measure thy moral worth not by the dream
But by the deed; not by the high desire,
The beautiful intent, the lofty fire
That lights thy spirit with a fitful gleam.

A Life of Respect - Aqqaluk Lynge

In the old days
when we still lived our own lives
in our own country
We could hear
a faraway thunder –
the caribou approaching
two or three days in advance

A Pine Tree with Naked Roots - Vizma Belševica

Is it the fault of the pine tree or dunes
That the foundations break and dissolve?
That the head climbed to the sky
Before the roots had not pushed deep enough?

Raisers of ridgepoles and mounds (Songs of Dzitbalché) - Anonymous

Raisers of ridgepoles
And mounds.

It is urgently
Necessary
To measure
The count,

My woman's transparence - Amina Saïd

my woman's transparence
has the whole sea
as its mirror