How a Dragon is Born - Gueorgui Konstantinov

The beginning is a fight

Between the falling cross

Of a bird

And a serpent,

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

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...

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;

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.

A godlike man - Narsimha Mehta

A godlike man is one,

Who feels another’s pain

Who shares another’s sorrow,

And pride does disdain.

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!

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!

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.

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