Thursday, 31 July 2014

Growing Blind - Rainer Maria Rilke

She sat, like all the rest of us, at tea.
It seemed at first as if she raised her cup
Not quite as all the others held theirs up.
She smiled: her smile was pitiful to see.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Sailing - Henrik Nordbrandt

After having loved we lie close together
and at the same time with distance between us
like two sailing ships that enjoy so intensely
their own lines in the dark water they divide
that their hulls
are almost splitting from sheer delight

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Wolf One-Eye on Odin's Street - Juris Kronbergs

On the pavement he found, not a heart,
but a potato
It wasn't even round,
but irregular and finished
like a sentence in a praised but plodding
literary effort

Monday, 21 July 2014

Sonnet - Jean de la Taille

If e'er ill luck did gentleman betide,
In tears and troubles steeped, that man am I.
I love to live in peace, yet war must ply;
I love glad cheer, yet must in sorrow bide.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

In the glad hours of the morning - Homero Aridjis

In the glad hours of the morning
it is lovely to stroll out under the sun.
Its rays spill down around the arms
and the radiance of its rings reverberates
through the blue ocelli in the Wings.

Friday, 18 July 2014

You dying on the phone - Valérie Rouzeau

You dying on the phone my mum he will not last the night see dad.
The train a dark rush under rain not last not die my father please oh please give me the get there soon.
Not deadying oh not desperish father everlast get up run fast –
Hand watch the time we’ve got to Vierzon outside it’s tipping hail.
We miss each other I have no idea passing through Vierzon that in these train arrival times you’ve died.
Not die oh please but everlast until the nurses’ corridor of white.
Until your bed as fast the engine into Lyon la Part-Dieu.
Until your forehead over now and all together in the little room and not forget.

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Psalm at the end of the night - Hatif Janabi

Hopes are lost because too many are devout
in their supplication.
Shapes howl under the weight of sinners.
And I sit alone chanting the last song
the dreamers sang
and an outcast hummed to the wilderness.
I rinse the dust of old proverbs
with autumn tears
with the whistling of the stars that stare vacantly
at the theatre of words.

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Bedouins - Fadhil Al Azzawi

Three Bedouins in a desert,
Carrying sacks strapped to their shoulders,

Monday, 14 July 2014

The hurricane - Haji Gora Haji

A hurricane once arrived         in the town of Siyu
Not only for this person nor for that        it was chaos
It uprooted the baobabs         but left the palm trees
The hearts were troubled.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Mimesis - Giampiero Neri

From the shapes and lines
one notes on butterfly wings

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Hibiscus - Jacinta Ramayah

I spied a shrub by the bank of a stream,
there my short legs took me,

Friday, 11 July 2014

Mountain - Edvard Kocbek

Whenever I look at you, you are magnificent
and when I gaze at your peak from nearby
my lips start to tremble, whispering, oh sacred
mountain, oh solemn and mysterious mountain, oh
untamed  and maternal mountain, oil
the primal and bold flight toward the sky,

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Bent over myself - Alfred Brendel

Bent over myself
I see
the blurred outline
of an unfamiliar face

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Lady - Briceida Cuevas Cob

Lady,
your breasts are two little girls jostling each other in play when you wash.

Monday, 7 July 2014

A Single Nose - Fatima Naoot

A tea set
Of many cups
With its noise and clouds of steam
The clinking of spoons against rims after dissolving the sugar
Differs
From a silent, single
Cup
Wearily waiting on the edge of an antique writing desk
For a sad lady
To arrive in a moment.

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Christ's Hospital of Faith - Dave Cocks

Have you been to Christ's hospital?
Thats where one goes to mend
their broken spirits of faith and hope.

Friday, 4 July 2014

Temagami - Archibald Lampman

Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines,
Lies the deep water, wild Temagami:

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Of his Lady among other Ladies - Guido Cavalcanti

With other women I beheld my love;—
Not that the rest were women to mine eyes,
Who only as her shadows seemed to move.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

In the Fog - Hermann Hesse

To wander in fog—how queer!
Lonely are bush and stone,
No tree sees the other near,
Each is alone.