Monday, 18 January 2021

How a Dragon is Born - Gueorgui Konstantinov

The beginning is a fight
Between the falling cross
Of a bird
And a serpent,

Sunday, 17 January 2021

From the Bridge - Claribel Alegría

I have freed myself at last
it has been hard to break free
near the end of the bridge
I pause
the water flows below

Saturday, 16 January 2021

The Eye of Poetry - Lilian A. Aujo

Poetry is the school I will never graduate from
because no matter how hard – I try
I will never tell it all – the secret way of its patterns
And how the same letters form different syllables to form different words,
And how they fall – in front or behind one another, and if re-arranged would create a whole different story...

Friday, 15 January 2021

I love you, my gentle one - Ralph Bitamazire

I love you, my gentle one;
My love is the fresh milk in the rubindi
Which you drank on the wedding day;

Thursday, 14 January 2021

A Sudden Storm - Pius Oleghe

The wind howls; the trees sway,
The loose housetop sheets clatter and clang; 
The open window shuts with a bang,
And the sky makes night of day.

Wednesday, 13 January 2021

A godlike man - Narsimha Mehta

A godlike man is one,
Who feels another’s pain
Who shares another’s sorrow,
And pride does disdain.

Tuesday, 12 January 2021

Haidouks - Hristo Botev

Father and Son

Come, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,
And I will take up the tune
With songs of our heroes, of haidouks,
Songs of voivodes, of chieftains,
Of Chavdar the terrible haidouk,
Of Chavdar the captain of old,
The son of Petko the Fearsome!

Monday, 11 January 2021

Monolog of an Effigy - Yevgeny Yevtushenko

When my charitable fellow-writers
               were burning my effigy
and not poking my guts with their pocket-knives —
                    thank God!

Sunday, 10 January 2021

Guard Duty - Tomas Tranströmer

I’m ordered out to a big hump of stones
as if I were an aristocratic corpse from the Iron Age.
The rest are still back in the tent sleeping,
stretched out like spokes in a wheel.

Saturday, 9 January 2021

i am the richest - Dhal Jirel 'Ravi'

I have a couple of feet
My hut and my rugs
I eat cheap bread and laugh at Fate
I toil through the livelong day