Monday, 31 December 2012

Auld Lang Syne - Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Sunday, 30 December 2012

Saturday, 29 December 2012

A Refugee Song - Otieno Amisi

I am a refugee
With no identity
And no nationality
No dignity
In this unreality
Simply a digit
In the devil's computer roll
I want a new life

Friday, 28 December 2012

Preserve Your Word, O Saviour - Andreas Gryphius

Preserve your Word, O Saviour,
To us this latter day,
And let your kingdom flourish;
Enlarge your Church, we pray.
Oh, keep our faith from failing;
Keep hope’s bright star aglow.
Let nothing from truth turn us
While living here below.

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Christmas - Toru Dutt

The sky is dark, the snow descends:
Ring, bells, ring out your merriest chime!

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

B. C.: A. D. - U.A. Fanthorpe

This was the moment when Before
Turned into After, and the future’s
Uninvented timekeepers presented arms.

Monday, 24 December 2012

To Spain - José Zorilla

Any a tear, O country, hath been shed,
Many a stream of brother's blood been poured,
Many a hero brave lhath found his bed,
In thy deep sepulchres, how richly stored!

Sunday, 23 December 2012

And this I dreamt, and this I dream - Arseny Tarkovsky

And this I dreamt, and this I dream,
And some time this I will dream again,
And all will be repeated, all be re-embodied,
You will dream everything I have seen in dream.

Saturday, 22 December 2012

How do you - Kabir

How do you,
Asks the chief of police,
Patrol a city

Friday, 21 December 2012

The counsels of the bird - Jalal al-Din Rumi

A man captured a bird by wiles and snares;
The bird said to him, "noble sir,
In your time you have eaten many oxen and sheep,
And likewise sacrificed many camels;
You have never become satisfied with their meat,
So you will not be satisfied with my flesh.
Let me go, that I may give you three counsels,
Whence you will see whether I am wise or foolish.
The first of my counsels shall be given on your wrist,
The second on your well-plastered roof,
And the third I will give you from the top of a tree.
On hearing all three you will deem yourself happy.
As regards the counsel on your wrist, 'tis this,
'Believe not foolish assertions of any one!'"

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Street in Agrigentum - Salvatore Quasimodo

There is still the wind that I remember
firing the manes of horses, racing,
slanting, across the plains,
the wind that stains and scours the sandstone,

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

The Angler - Franz Grillparzer

Below lies the lake hushed and tranquil,
  And I sit here with idle hands,
And gaze at the frolicking fishes
  Which glide to and fro o'er the sands.

Monday, 17 December 2012

In two languages - George Gömöri

Daily I switch languages - call them masks:
At times a mask can feel like your own skin.
At other times, the spirit has to struggle,
Saved only by the tongue it calls its own.

Saturday, 15 December 2012

The Current Of Time's River - Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin

The current of time's river
Will carry off all human deeds
And sink into oblivion
All peoples, kingdoms and their kings.

Friday, 14 December 2012

The Ballad Of The Proverbs - François Villon

So rough the goat will scratch, it cannot sleep.
So often goes the pot to the well that it breaks.
So long you heat iron, it will glow;
so heavily you hammer it, it shatters.
So good is the man as his praise;
so far he will go, and he's forgotten;
so bad he behaves, and he's despised.
So loud you cry Christmas, it comes.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

I Had a Comrade - Johann Ludwig Uhland

I had one faithful comrade
'Ere we heard the trumpet's call,
And we pledged our hearts forever
In battle joined together
To beat the foe or fall.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Under the Linden-tree - Walter von der Vogelweide

Under the linden-tree
Upon the heath,
There I lay with him.—Alas,
When you go there, you’ll see
The flowers beneath
Crushed and trodden with the grass.
By the forest in the dale,
Tandarady!
Sweetly sang the nightingale.

Monday, 10 December 2012

A Shell - Rubén Darío

I found upon the shore a golden shell,
Massive, and with the daintiest pearls embossed;
Europa touched it with her hands divine

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Love is rest - Eeva Kilpi

Love is rest.
Actually, the only rest humans have.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Imitation - Giacomo Leopardi

Wandering from the parent bough,
Little, trembling leaf,
Whither goest thou?

Friday, 7 December 2012

The Sower - Toru Dutt

Sitting in a porchway cool,
Sunlight, I see, dying fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

A Lesson In Drawing - Nizar Qabbani

My son places his paint box in front of me
and asks me to draw a bird for him.
Into the colour gray I dip the brush
and draw a square with locks and bars.
Astonishment fills his eyes:
'… But this is a prison, Father,
Don't you know, how to draw a bird?'
And I tell him: 'Son, forgive me.
I've forgotten the shapes of birds.'

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Who Can Explain Why We Love It (Picking Mulberries) - Ouyang Xiu

Who can explain why we love it—West Lake is good.
The beautiful scene is without time,
Flying canopies chase each other,
Greedy to be among the flowers, drunk, with a jade cup.

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Lalla Ruk - Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

Dearest dream, my soul's enchantment
Lovely guest from heav'n above,
Most benevolent attender
To the earthly realm below,
You gave me blissful satisfaction
Momentary but complete:
Bringing with you happy tidings -
Like a herald from the skies.

Monday, 3 December 2012

Nakedly Obvious No. 20 - Eduardo Milán

There's a worked void:
from this angle you see a butterfly
that seems to come out of nowhere, fine
that wingbeat corresponds
to a monarch

Sunday, 2 December 2012

An Hymn To The Evening - Phillis Wheatley

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Letter from a contract worker - António Jacinto

I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
a letter that would tell
of this desire
to see you
of this fear
of losing you
of this more than benevolence that I feel
of this indefinable ill that pursues me
of this yearning to which I live in total surrender …

Friday, 30 November 2012

Nightingales, a sigh, a whisper - Afanasy Afanasevich Fet

Nightingales, a sigh, a whisper
In a shady nook
And the lullaby in silver
Of a lazy brook.

Thursday, 29 November 2012

A Preliminary Sketch Concerning a Language - Afzal Ahmed Syed

In your language every line begins from an opposite end.
The pronunciation of its words changes from day to night
and their orthography changes with the change of seasons.

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

The Cricket - Arseny Tarkovsky

To tell the truth, I'm kin
          to the house cricket.
I sing a secret song
          above the oven's ash.
For me, one brings
          the water to a fierce boil,
For me, another
          prepares a hearth of gold.

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Beauty And Toil - Josh Malihabadi

There she sweats on the road, a beauteous, restless lass,
In scorching sun she breaks the stones, her bangles clink and clash.

Monday, 26 November 2012

Ballade - François Villon

I know flies in milk
I know the man by his clothes
I know fair weather from foul
I know the apple by the tree
I know the tree when I see the sap
I know when all is one
I know who labors and who loafs
I know everything but myself.

Sunday, 25 November 2012

The Mystery - Amergin Glúingel

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Friday, 23 November 2012

Are you looking for me? - Kabir

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

The Woman and the Flame - Aimé Césaire

A bit of light that descends the springhead of a gaze
twin shadow of the eyelash and the rainbow on a face
and round about
who goes there angelically
ambling

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Anthem - Ahmad Shamlu

Before being turned to ashes
 by the wrath of the thunderbolt,
    he had forced the steer of the tempest
         to kneel before his might.

Monday, 19 November 2012

Chizama the poet - Nontsizi Mgqwetho

Sir, Editor of our Umtetell,
long life to you,
grandson of heroes who fell at Hoho.
Mercy! Go, Gatyeni,
we'll follow you.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Akhenaton’s Song/ Prayer/ Psalm - Dennis Vincent Brutus

Light gleaming through trees
light above sunset hills
light glowing golden
Rhodesian-Zimbabwean red

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Village Song - Sarojini Naidu

Honey, child, honey, child, whither are you going?
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing?
Would you leave the mother who on golden grain has fed you?
Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you?

Friday, 16 November 2012

Wild Geese - Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

From the Far West - Barcroft Boake

'Tis a song of the Never Never land—
Set to the tune of a scorching gale
        On the sandhills red,
        When the grasses dead
Loudly rustle, and bow the head
To the breath of its dusty hail:

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

The Buried City - George Sylvester Viereck

My heart is like a city of the gay
 Reared on the ruins of a perished one
 Wherein my dead loves cower from the sun,
White-swathed like kings, the Pharaohs of a day.
Within the buried city stirs no sound,
 Save for the bat, forgetful of the rod,
 Perched on the knee of some deserted god,
And for the groan of rivers underground.

Monday, 12 November 2012

More About People - Ogden Nash

When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions

Saturday, 10 November 2012

Franz Grillparzer - A Kiss

A hand is to be kissed respectfully,
The forehead solemnly, with friendship,

Friday, 9 November 2012

The Shining Hours (XI) - Emile Verhaeren

How readily delight is aroused in her,
with her eyes of fiery ecstasy,
she who is gentle and resigned
before life in so simple a fashion.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Soft Caramel - Jean Cocteau

Take a young girl.
Fill her with ice and gin
shake it all up to make it androgynous

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

A Cowherding girl - Mirabai

The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl—

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Evening Prayer - Eliza Lee Follen

Great Source of being,
Father all-seeing!
We bow before thee;
Our souls adore thee;
Help us obey thee;
Guide us aright;
Keep us, we pray thee,
Through the long night.

Saturday, 3 November 2012

Last News About The Little Box - Vasko Popa

The little box which contains the world
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box

Friday, 2 November 2012

An Hour - Czesław Miłosz

Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,
From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices
And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me.

Thursday, 1 November 2012

Look To This Day - Kālidāsa

Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

I am sorry it is winter now - Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

I am sorry it is winter now,
And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,
But you reminded yourself
Of the frivolous straw.

Monday, 29 October 2012

The Treasury - Alfonso X El Sabio

The strange intelligence then reached my ears
That in the land of Egypt lived a man,
Who, wise of wit, subjected to his scan
The dark occurrences of uncome years;

Sunday, 28 October 2012

God - Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin

O Thou, who's infinite in space,
Alive in ever-moving matter,
Eternal in the flow of time,
God faceless, with a trinity of faces!
Soul unified and omnipresent,
Who needs no place or reason,
Whom none can ever comprehend,
Whose being permeates all things,
Encompassing, creating, guarding,
Thou, called by us God.

Friday, 26 October 2012

Song of the Old Boundary Rider - Vance Palmer

Fat and full of health are the valleys of the Condamine,
There the yellow maize and the green tobacco grow,
Through the little gardens runs the trailing passion-vine,
And softly to the North the white downs flow.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

The Boatman - Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

Driven by misfortune's whirlwind,
Having neither oar nor rudder,
By a storm my bark was driven
Out upon the boundless sea.
'midst black clouds a small star sparkled;
'Don't conceal yourself!' I cried;
But it disappeared, unheeding;
And my anchor was lost, too.

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Wife - Julian Tuwim

My husband is idle, is dumb and spends money.
He either stands still at the window or runs about town like a bunny.

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Rose of roses and flower of flowers - Alfonso X El Sabio

1.
Rose of beauty and fine appearance
And flower of happiness and pleasure,
lady of most merciful bearing,
And Lord for relieving all woes and cares;
Rose of roses and flower of flowers,
Lady of ladies, Lord of lords.

Monday, 22 October 2012

I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed - Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Friend In The Desolate Time - Erik Johan Stagnelius

Friend, in the desolate time, when your soul is enshrouded in darkness
When, in a deep abyss, memory and feeling die out,

Saturday, 20 October 2012

Biscuit Of The Day - Ibn Jakh

On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.

Friday, 19 October 2012

Explosion - Delmira Agustini

If life were love, how blessed it would be!
I want more life so to love! Now I feel
A thousand years of ideas are not worth
One blue minute of sentiment.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Like a brazier’s bronze cinders - Boris Pasternak

Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
Level with me, and my candle,
a flowering world is hanging.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Nostalgia - Kostas Karyotakis

From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Ballade 1 - Eustache Deschamps

The stag was very proud of his swiftness,
Of running ten miles in one breath,
And the wild boar was proud to be fierce,
And the sheep praised her woolly fleece,
And the horse its beauty, and the buck was proud
Of crossing the plain at a bound,
And the one proud of strength was the bull,
The ermine in having a furry skin;
And to them all he said from his shell:
The snail will get to Easter just as soon.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

Of Him Who Did Salvation Bring - Bernard of Clairvaux

Of Him Who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing:
Arise, ye needy, He’ll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, He’ll forgive.

Saturday, 13 October 2012

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown - Delmira Agustini

I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Beauty - Anakreon

Horns to bulls wise Nature lends;
Horses she with hoofs defends;

Monday, 24 September 2012

Sur Karyal - Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai

Vai
I belong to that Baloch, to Him I belong
In reverence unmatched
I bow to Him
And kiss the dust He walks upon
Hold Him dearer than the sight of my eyes

Sunday, 23 September 2012

Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee - Henry Van Dyke

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Highgate - Eleanor Farjeon

On the Hill there stands a Gate
Where folk go early and come back late.

Friday, 21 September 2012

Love Came to Flora Asking for a Flower - Toru Dutt

Love came to Flora asking for a flower
    That would of flowers be undisputed queen,

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Last Of His Tribe - Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Change is the law. The new must oust the old.
I look at you and am back in the long ago,
Old pinnaroo lonely and lost here,
Last of your clan.
Left only with your memories, you sit
And think of the gay throng, the happy people,
The voices and the laughter
All gone, all gone,
And you remain alone.

Monday, 17 September 2012

The Make A Wish Foundation - Kodjo Deynoo

Customarily candle lights are blown
To make a wish, make a wish
Make a wish and blow out the lights

Sunday, 16 September 2012

The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Anne Askew

Like as the armed knight
Appointed to the field
With this world will I fight
And faith shall be my shield.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Night Of The Moon - Joseph Freiherr Von Eichendorff

It was as though the sky
had silently kissed the earth,
so that it now had to dream of sky
in shimmers of flowers.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

The Gift - George William Russell

I thought, beloved, to have brought to you
A gift of quietness and ease and peace,
Cooling your brow as with the mystic dew
Dropping from twilight trees.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

A prayer for faith - Michelangelo Buonarroti

There's not on earth a thing more vile and base
Than, lacking Thee, I feel myself to be:
For pardon prays my own debility,
Yearning in vain to lift me to Thy face.

Saturday, 8 September 2012

The Season of Loves - Paul Éluard

By the road of ways
In the three-part shadow of troubled sleep
I come to you the double the multiple
as like you as the era of deltas.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Said the West Wind - Isabella Valancy Crawford

I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
My misty wings, so high above her breast
That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?
I love deep places builded high with woods,
Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms,
Close watched by hills, green, garlanded and tall.

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

The Praise of Spring - Gonzalo de Berceo

I, Gonzalo de Berceo, in the gentle summertide,
Wending upon a pilgrimage, came to a meadow's side;
All green was it and beautiful, with flowers far and wide,--
A pleasant spot, I ween, wherein the traveller might abide.

Monday, 3 September 2012

A Song of Hope - Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Look up, my people,
The dawn is breaking
The world is waking
To a bright new day
When none defame us
No restriction tame us
Nor colour shame us
Nor sneer dismay.

Sunday, 2 September 2012

The Lowest Place - Christina Rossetti

Give me the lowest place: not that I dare
     Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died
That I might live and share
     Thy glory by Thy side.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Baby's Way - Rabindranath Tagore

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.

Friday, 31 August 2012

His Boat - Catullus

This boat you see, friends, will tell you
that she was the fastest of craft,
not to be challenged for speed
by any vessel afloat, whether
driven by sail or the labour of oars.

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Just Keep Quiet and Nobody Will Notice - Ogden Nash

There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,
Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies.

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

The Dream Called Life - Pedro Calderón de la Barca

A dream it was in which I found myself.
And you that hail me now, then hailed me king,

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Prayer and Blessing - Anon

With wonder struck the hero views
The Lord of hosts in ashes smeared ;
He views the crescent in his locks,
And bows before the God revered !

Monday, 27 August 2012

By Moonlight - Nora May French

Is this the world I knew? Beneath the day
It glowed with golden heat, with vivid hues —
Mountains and sky that merged in melting blues
And hazy air that shimmered far away.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Eternity - Robert Herrick

1
O Years! and Age! Farewell:
Behold I go,
Where I do know
Infinity to dwell.

Saturday, 25 August 2012

where willy-wagtail wiggles - Lee Emmett

where willy-wagtail wiggles, wobbly winking wombat waits

Friday, 24 August 2012

Song of the Shirt - Thomas Hood

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the "Song of the Shirt."

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Wrath set my hair bristling - Yueh Fei

Wrath set my hair bristling in my helmet.
Standing by the rails see the drizzling rain has ceased,
Raising my eyes to the skies I shout in my vigorous aspiration.
At the age of thirty fame and heroic deeds are nothing but earth and dust.
With clouds or the moon, my battle fields have covered eight thousand li long.
Do not tarry,
The hair of young men might grow white with deep regret.

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

To A Cat - Jorge Luis Borges

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Before the Rain - Madison Cawein

Before the rain, low in the obscure east,
     Weak and morose the moon hung, sickly gray;
Around its disc the storm mists, cracked and creased,
     Wove an enormous web, wherein it lay
     Like some white spider hungry for its prey.

Monday, 20 August 2012

The Little Box - Vasko Popa

The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has

Sunday, 19 August 2012

Old Song Re-Sung - Katharine Tynan

I saw three ships a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
The first her masts were silver,
Her hull was ivory.
The snows came drifting softly,
And lined her white as wool;
Oh, Jesus, Son of Mary,
Thy Cradle beautiful!

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Friday, 17 August 2012

An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize - Oliver Goldsmith

Good people all, with one accord
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word,—
From those who spoke her praise.

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Under The Poplars - Cesar Vallejo

Like priestly imprisoned poets,
the poplars of blood have fallen asleep.
On the hills, the flocks of Bethlehem
chew arias of grass at sunset.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

My Lover Asks Me - Nizar Qabbani

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Don Quixote - Nazim Hikmet

The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.

Monday, 13 August 2012

Marriage -

Love springs as lightly from the human heart
    As springs the lovely rose upon the brier,
    Which turns the common hedge to floral fire,
As Love wings Time with rosy-feathered dart.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

A Quarter Century Has Passed... - Georgy Ivanov

A quarter century has passed abroad
and hope has become a joke.
The radiant starscape above Nice
is permanently my native sky.

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

History of Love - Yi Byeong-Ryul

A road curves to the left; the wall beside it is deeply scored with numerous gashes.

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

The Song My Paddle Sings - E Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)

West wind, blow from your prairie nest
Blow from the mountains, blow from the west,
The sail is idle, the sailor too;
Oh wind of the west, we wait for you.
Blow, blow!
I have wooed you so,
But never a favour you bestow.
You rock your cradle the hills between,
But scorn to notice my white lateen.

Monday, 6 August 2012

Canadians - Will H. Ogilvie

With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,
With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the roofs,

Sunday, 5 August 2012

A Hymn to God the Father - Ben Jonson

Hear me, O God!
A broken heart
Is my best part.
Use still thy rod,
That I may prove
Therein thy Love.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

Molly Odell on her Birthday - Jonathan Odell

Amidst the rage of civil strife,
The orphan's cries, the widow's tears,
This day my rising dawn of life
Has measured five revolving years.

Friday, 3 August 2012

Old Mates - David McKee Wright

I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
I came through this way to the diggings -- how long will that be ago now?
Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
And Jack was my mate on the journey -- we both run away from the sea;
He's got on in the world and I haven't, and now he looks sideways on me.

Thursday, 2 August 2012

Tea with Germans in 1931 - George Gömöri


— Today I was Thomas Mann's guest.
We had tea together. He has not changed at all,
he is still amiable, healthy, and not so rigid
as my fellow-writers, Móricz and Babits.

Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Celebrate - Anna Akhmatova

Celebrate our anniversary – can’t you see
tonight the snowy night of our first winter
comes back again in every road and tree—
that winter night of diamantine splendour.

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Evening. Anchoring at Hsuan-yang to See Mount Lu - Meng Haoran

Lofting sail a thousand miles
I could not find a famous mountain.

Monday, 30 July 2012

Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room - Stephen Vincent Benét

Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn,
Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars;

Sunday, 29 July 2012

There is no god, the wicked sayeth - Arthur Hugh Clough

"There is no God," the wicked saith,
      "And truly it's a blessing,
For what He might have done with us
      It's better only guessing."

Saturday, 28 July 2012

Moon over Mountain Pass - Li Bai

All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.

Friday, 27 July 2012

Three variants - Boris Pasternak

          1

When  in front of you hangs the day with its
Smallest detail-fine or crude-
The intensely hot cracking squirrel-sounds
Do not cease in the resinous wood.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

The Leak in the Dike - Phoebe Cary

The good dame looked from her cottage
At the close of the pleasant day,
And cheerily called to her little son
Outside the door at play:
"Come, Peter! come! I want you to go,
While there is still light to see,
To the hut of the blind old man who lives
Across the dike, for me;
And take these cakes I made for him—
They are hot and smoking yet;
You have time enough to go and come
Before the sun has set."

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

The Last Reservation - Walter Learned

Sullen and dull, in the September day,
On the bank of the river,
They waited the boat that should bear them away
From their poor homes forever.

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

The Spider and the Fly - Mary Howitt

Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

Monday, 23 July 2012

Spiders - Christy Birmingham

Spider Legs

My fingers move across the keyboard like spider legs,

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Nightfall in the Tropics - Rubén Darío

Here is twilight grey and gloomy
Where the sea its velvet trails;
Out across the heavens roomy
Draw the veils.

Friday, 20 July 2012

To A Lady Asking Him How Long He Would Love Her - Sir George Etherege

It is not, Celia, in our power
  To say how long our love will last;
It may be we within this hour
  May lose those joys we now do taste;
The Blessèd, that immortal be,
From change in love are only free.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Rivers - Ch'on Sang-pyong

The way rivers all flow into the sea
is not the only reason I've been weeping
all day long
up on the hill.

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

The Genesis of the Butterfly - Victor Hugo

The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Confessio Amantis (Prologue: Motivation and Intent) - John Gower

Of those who wrote before our lives
Their precious legacy survives;

Monday, 16 July 2012

Window song - Nancy Shores

There's a ship lying in and I'd like to be aboard her.
They're loading her with iron rails and cargo for the South.
The water-line is rising with the iron that they're loading,
Down at the docks just inside the harbour mouth.

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Cloak of Laughter - Abigail Cresson

I wear a cloak of laughter
Lest anyone should see
My dress of sorrow underneath
And stop to pity me.

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Friday, 13 July 2012

Initiation - A W Schack von Staffeldt

I sat far out on the sound’s still shore,
The skies were smiling;
And filled with longing I gazed down o’er
The waves beguiling.
The sun slipped into the sea’s embrace,
The coast and sky joined in blushing grace.

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Time's Revenge - Agathias Scholasticus

She, who but late in beauty's flower was seen,
Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien—

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Ghazal 85 - Hafez

We couldn't taste his lips before he left.
His light-filled moon face shone no more. He left.

Monday, 9 July 2012

Your pilgrimage - Ko Un

A slower pace, a somewhat slower pace will do.
Of a sudden, should it start to rain,
let yourself get soaked.
An old friend, the rain.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Huron Carol - Jean de Brébeuf

'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead;
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn,
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria.

Saturday, 7 July 2012

I Absorbed - Celia Dropkin

I absorbed the sky,
the woods of my old home.

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Now These Objects Will Move by Themselves - Hsia Yü

Every time you get to thinking this time doesn't count
Every time you come to feel this here and now isn't real
The sound of silk ripping in the air
You run inside as fast you can
Hide yourself

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

I Have Loved Hours at Sea - Sarah Teasdale

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Do not ask my love - Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Grief for me was you; the world?s grief was far.

Monday, 2 July 2012

The Sound of Autumn - Lưu Trọng Lư

Did you hear this season of fall
Sobbing in the dimming moonlight?
Did you hear at all the stirrings
For the image of the war knight
Of his lonely wife's strained heartstrings?

Sunday, 1 July 2012

We dreamed of restoration - Bruce Levitan

We dreamed of restoration
When laughter fills our ears,
When songs of joy and praise ring out
And cancel all the tears.

Saturday, 30 June 2012

Manglish - Jacinta Ramayah

We speak a language called manglish
to us it is normal,
The queen’s grammar is so precise
we’ve made it informal.

Friday, 29 June 2012

Blind Children - Israel Zangwill

Laughing, the blind boys
Run round their college lawn,
Playing such games of buff
Over its dappled grass.

Thursday, 28 June 2012

The Spruce Tree - Heinrich Heine

A single spruce-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
Draped in snow and ice.

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Limits - Jorge Luis Borges

Of these streets that deepen the sunset,
There must be one (but which) that I’ve walked
Already one last time, indifferently
And without knowing it, submitting

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Casabianca - Felicia Hemans

The boy stood on the burning deck
  Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
  Shone round him o'er the dead.

Monday, 25 June 2012

Mountain Life - Henrik Ibsen

In summer dusk the valley lies
With far-flung shadow veil;
A cloud-sea laps the precipice
Before the evening gale:
The welter of the cloud-waves grey
Cuts off from keenest sight
The glacier, looking out by day
O'er all the district, far away,
And crowned with golden light.

Saturday, 23 June 2012

Baby Girl Found - Francette Cerulli

He found her wrapped in a brown towel
Beside the highway department dumpster.
She was so cold she was blue, so new
her umbilical stump still drooped softly
from her belly like the limp stem
of some fantastic fruit.

Friday, 22 June 2012

Fair Summer Droops - Thomas Nashe

Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
So fair a summer look for nevermore:
All good things vanish less than in a day,
Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.
Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year,
The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.

Thursday, 21 June 2012

The Bard - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

O, GREAT was Denmark’s land in time of old!
  Wide to the south her branch of glory spread;
Fierce to the battle rushed her heroes bold,
  Eager to join the revels of the dead:
While the fond maiden flew with smiles to fold
  Round her returning warrior’s vesture red
Her arm of snow, with nobler passion fired,
When to the breast of love, exhausted, he retired.

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Love for love - Robert Burns

Ithers seek they ken na what,
Features, carriage, and a’ that;
Gie me love in her I court,
Love to love maks a’ the sport.

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Monday, 18 June 2012

Bessie's song to her Doll - Lewis Carroll

Matilda Jane, you never look
At any toy or picture-book.
I show you pretty things in vain—
You must be blind, Matilda Jane!

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Redemption - George Herbert

Having been tenant long to a rich lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancel the old.

Saturday, 16 June 2012

The call of the Seven Seas - Kendall Banning

I hear the call of the wanderlust,
And God knows why but go I must;
Until my bones are drifting dust
   I'll follow the sea-gull's cry.
The bow-watch song to the dog-watch bell,
The kick o' the wheel and the chantey's spell
Get hold of a man in spite o' Hell,
   And a better man than I!

Friday, 15 June 2012

Anonymous - This was our land

The land that the mountain needed in order
To raise in majesty.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Savitri - Anonymous

1.
Savitri! effulgent, bright!
Who fosters every pious rite,
Savitri! whose ruddy rays
Invite our holy hymns and lays,
With humble hearts we contemplate his rays,
And faintly see our God in his bright face!

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Star Teachers - George William Russell (AE)

Even as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
That vanish in the heights.

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

OFF 2 Fiji : hot airports - Vinepa Aiono

DEPART
Auckland International Airport
Damn ! its hot!! my salt water skin
eats my eyeliner and rubs my lipstick
in the crowded gate room.

Monday, 11 June 2012

‘When I watch the flight of leaves' - Marina Tsvetaeva

When I watch the flight of leaves,
To the cobblestones at my feet,

Sunday, 10 June 2012

The Cross - Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Tree which heaven has willed to dower
With that true fruit whence we live,
As that other death did give;

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Friday, 8 June 2012

The Springlet - José Zorilla

Hasting on, the springlet flows,
Licking up its dark brown bed;
More and more its crystal grows
As its course is sped.

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Moon Song - Mildred Plew Meigs

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon–
  Over the crinkling sea,
The moon man flings him a silvered net
  Fashioned of moonbeams three.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

My Native Land - Dashdorjiin Natsagdorj

The fertile virgin-lands between Altai and Khangai
Lands of our eternal destiny where ancestors lie
Land grown mellow under the golden rays of the sun
Land grown eternal under the silver moon.

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Anonymous - O Lord Remember


O Lord,
Remember not only the men and women of good will,
but also those of ill will.

Monday, 4 June 2012

Birches - Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.

Sunday, 3 June 2012

Confession - Frantisek Halas

Touched by all that love is
I draw closer toward you
Saddened by all that love is
I run from you

Saturday, 2 June 2012

The Heart and Service - Sir Thomas Wyatt

The heart and service to you proffer'd
With right good will full honestly,
Refuse it not, since it is offer'd,
But take it to you gentlely.

Friday, 1 June 2012

Ladies, who of my lord would fain be told - Gaspara Stampa

Ladies, who of my lord would fain be told,
Picture a gentle knight, full sweet to see,
Though young in years, in wisdom passing old,
Model of glory and of valiancy;

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Why - Bliss Carman

For a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

What Was Told, That - Jalal al-Din Rumi

What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

From Wonder World - Kate Greenaway

Out of Wonder World I think you come;
For in your eyes the wonder comes with you.

Monday, 28 May 2012

Lalila, to the Ferengi Lover - Laurence Hope

Thy above others was I so blessed
And honoured? to be the chosen one
To hold you, sleeping, against my breast,
As now I may hold your only son.

Sunday, 27 May 2012

Who am I - Carl Sandburg

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.

Saturday, 26 May 2012

High Tide at 4 A.M. - William McFee

They've tipped and they've shoveled, they've trimmed and they've stored,
And she's down to her load-line as ever;
The bridge is swung round and the pilot's aboard
And she's off to the dark o' the river.

Friday, 25 May 2012

Bitter Oranges - Kostas Karyotakis

Oh, our little orange tree
all full of flowers
and like a bride dressed
all in white

Thursday, 24 May 2012

And If I Did, What Then? - George Gascoigne

"And if I did, what then?
Are you aggriev'd therefore?
The sea hath fish for every man,
And what would you have more?"

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Night Chant healing ceremony - Anonymous (Navajo)

Tségihi,
House made of dawn.
House made of evening light.
House made of the dark cloud.
House made of male rain.
House made of dark mist.
House made of female rain.
House made of pollen.
House made of grasshoppers.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Monday, 21 May 2012

Lantern Festival - Ouyang Xiu

At last year's Lantern Festival
The flower market was bright as day.

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Table manners for children - Anomymous

In silence I must take my seat,
And give God thanks before I eat;
Must for my food in patience wait,
Till I am asked to hand my plate.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine - Li Bai

Pure wine costs, for the golden cup,
ten thousand coppers a flagon,
And a jade plate of dainty food calls for million coins.

Friday, 18 May 2012

The Wild Swans at Coole - W. B. Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

World Was - Rainer Maria Rilke

World was in the face of the beloved –
but suddenly it poured out:
World is outside. World is not to be grasped.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Only Of Thee And Me - Louis Untermeyer

Only of thee and me the night wind sings,
 Only of us the sailors speak at sea,
The earth is filled with wondered whisperings
 Only of thee and me.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

The Palace of Humbug - Lewis Carroll

I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And each damp thing that creeps and crawls
Went wobble-wobble on the walls.

Monday, 14 May 2012

Sunday, 13 May 2012

The Tree of Life - Robert Buchanan

The Master said:
‘I have planted the Seed of a Tree,
It shall be strangely fed
With white dew and with red,
And the Gardeners shall be three--
Regret, Hope, Memory!’

Saturday, 12 May 2012

The Sea - Xuân Diệu

I don't deserve to be the ocean blue
But I want thee to be the white beach sand
The sandy beach stretching calmly its hue
Under the crystal sun.

Friday, 11 May 2012

The Tuft of Flowers - Robert Frost

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

Thursday, 10 May 2012

The Sea-Lands - Orrick Johns

Would I were on the sea-lands,
 Where winds know how to sting;
And in the rocks at midnight
 The lost long murmurs sing.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

On early Trains - Boris Pasternak

This winter I was outside Moscow,
But when the time for work came round,
Through the blizzard, biting frost and snow,
I made the journey into town.

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Upon A Haystack On A Southern Night - Afanasy Afanasevich Fet

Upon a haystack in lands of South,
I lay, while facing skies of night,
The choir of stars, alive and couth,  
Was trembling, spread at every side.

Monday, 7 May 2012

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown (Sonnet VIII) - Louise Labe

I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Did I Miss Anything? - Tom Wayman

Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Song of the Wild Bushman - Thomas Pringle

Let the proud White Man boast his flocks,
    And fields of foodful grain;
My home is 'mid the mountain rocks,
    The Desert my domain.
I plant no herbs nor pleasant fruits,
    I toil not for my cheer;
The Desert yields me juicy roots,
    And herds of bounding deer.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Voices of the Air - Katherine Mansfield

But then there comes that moment rare
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the air

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Sea-Fever - John Masefield


I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Thule, the Period of Cosmography - Thomas Weelkes

Thule, the period of cosmography,
    Doth vaunt of Hecla, whose sulphureous fire
Doth melt the frozen clime and thaw the sky;

Monday, 30 April 2012

The East Wind Blows Over the Water (The Lover's Return) - Li Yu

The east wind blows over the water, the sun sits by the hill,
Though spring has come, the idleness persists.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Old and New - Edmund Gosse

I. B.C.

Come, Hesper, and ye Gods of mountain waters,
Come, nymphs and Dryades,
Come, silken choir of soft Pierian daughters,
And girls of lakes and seas,
Evoë! and evoë Io! crying,
Fill all the earth and air;
Evoë! till the quivering words, replying,
Shout back the echo there!

Saturday, 28 April 2012

The Cow - Oliver Herford

The Cow is too well known, I fear,
To need an introduction here.

Friday, 27 April 2012

Faith - Ada Cambridge


And is the great cause lost beyond recall?
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?

Thursday, 26 April 2012

Spring - Boris Pasternak


How many sticky buds, candle ends
sprout from the branches! Steaming
April. Puberty sweats from the park,
and the forest’s blatantly gleaming.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Nurse - Abdul Ghani Khan

To serve the sick and wretched
Is not service but worship;

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

To Chloë (Odes, I, 23) - Horace


You shun me, Chloë, wild and shy,
As some stray fawn that seeks its mother
Through trackless woods. If spring winds sigh
It vainly strives its fears to smother.

Monday, 23 April 2012

A piper - Seamus O'Sullivan

A piper in the streets today
Set up, and tuned, and started to play,

Sunday, 22 April 2012

Hands - Bruce Levitan

The hands that made the stuff of stars are
the hands that bled and were torn.
      The hands that mined the ore, or
the hands that made the nails are
the hands that held the flails.

Friday, 20 April 2012

Tomorrow - Lope de Vega

LORD, what am I, that with unceasing care
Thou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st wait
Wet with unhealthy dews before my gate,

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

In the Restaurant - Claire Zu Bard

H, dark and fascinating young man,
(Sitting opposite me at the restaurant-table),
There are spots of color on your thin cheek-bones
And your eyes are deep and smoldering....
Your feverish fingers hold hopefully your glass of milk
And you eat your soft-boiled eggs with a relish.

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

The Infinite - Giacomo Leopardi

It was always dear to me, this solitary hill,
and this hedgerow here, that closes out my view,
from so much of the ultimate horizon.

Monday, 16 April 2012

Nature's calm - Alcman

The mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Heart-Slopes - Rainer Maria Rilke

Out on the heart-slopes. See, how tiny down there,
See, the last village of words, and higher,