Thursday, 18 July 2019

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Song of Day in Yosemite Valley - Yone Noguchi

O thunderous opening of the unseen gate of solemn Heaven's Eternal Court!
Behold, clouds, tenants of the sky, sweep down from the Heavens unto a secret palace under the Earth!—

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

In Sophie’s Diary - Juliusz Słowacki

For poems, Sophie, ask me not, I pray.
When thou art back in Poland’s merry clime,
A flower will sing a song for thee each day,
A star at night will make for thee a rhyme.

Monday, 15 July 2019

Sunday, 14 July 2019

The Song of the Wind - Taliesin

Whose idea was the wind?
Created before the deluge,
he is a powerful creature,
sans flesh, sans bone,
sans veins, sans blood,
sans head, and sans feet.

Saturday, 13 July 2019

Sonnet XVI. Love and Art - Michelangelo Buonarroti

As pen and ink alike serve him who .sings
      In high or low or intermediate style;
      As the same stone hath shapes both rich and vile
      To match the fancies that each master brings;

Friday, 12 July 2019

Lord Tennyson - T. Ramakrishna

A poet of my native land has said -
The life the good and virtuous lead on earth
Is like the black-eyed maiden of the East,

Thursday, 11 July 2019

To Be an Infant - Sonja Åkesson

to be carried on the arms of daddies
as conversational bait for strange ladies

Wednesday, 10 July 2019

Danish Manor Ghosts - Henrik Nordbrandt

Danish Manor Ghosts
was the title of a book
that my mother said she stopped reading
because it got too Frightening.

Tuesday, 9 July 2019

This Evening Also - Paul Celan

More fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,

Monday, 8 July 2019

Lament II - Jan Kochanowski

If I had ever thought to write in praise
Of little children and their simple ways,
Far rather had I fashioned cradle verse
To rock to slumber, or the songs a nurse
Might croon above the baby on her breast.

Sunday, 7 July 2019

I Travelled among Unknown Men - William Wordsworth

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

Saturday, 29 June 2019

Dreaming of the Mountain - Ayukawa Nobuo

It is the only place I will be able to return to.
It is the beginning and the end of nature.
The mountain of my homeland.
The village where my father was born is in the mountains,
the town where my mother was born is surrounded by mountains.
Always the sun and moon rise from the peak and set in the ridge.

Friday, 28 June 2019

Old Spookses' Pass - Isabella Valancy Crawford

We'd camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
     Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
Right smart at throwin' a lariat
     Was them two fellers, as ever I see;
An' for ridin' a broncho, or argyin' squar
     With the devil roll'd up in the hide of a mule,
Them two fellers that camp'd with me thar
     Would hev made an' or'nary feller a fool.

Thursday, 27 June 2019

The Loreley - Heinrich Heine

I know not what evermore grieves me,
What makes me sorrow so:
A tale of old times never leaves me,
A tale of long ago.

Wednesday, 26 June 2019

+ANTINOUS+: A Poem - Fernando Pessoa

It rained outside right into Hadrian's soul.

The boy lay dead
On the low couch, on whose denuded whole,
To Hadrian's eyes, that at their seeing bled,
The shadowy light of Death's eclipse was shed.

Tuesday, 25 June 2019

The Star Wizard's Legacy - Vasko Popa

He left behind his words
Lovelier than the world
No one dares look at them

Monday, 24 June 2019

You Will Hear Thunder - Anna Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Sunday, 23 June 2019

The Nut Garden - Joseph Gikatilla

The Nut Garden holds things felt and thought,
and feeling for thought is always a palace —

Saturday, 22 June 2019

Too Lazy To Be Ambitious - Taigu Ryokan

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.

Friday, 21 June 2019

Summer Paintings in Europe - Floss M. Jay

Oh – and these are not paintings:

This shoulder of wheaten gold
tumbling across the low hill
susceptible to breeze and wind
as Van Gogh predicted.

Thursday, 20 June 2019

Wednesday, 19 June 2019

Beyond Siberia Again Siberia - Regina Derieva

Beyond Siberia again Siberia,
beyond impenetrable forest again forest.
And beyond it waste ground,
where a blizzard of snow breaks loose.

Tuesday, 18 June 2019

Monday, 17 June 2019

The Friend - Francisca Stoecklin

You are so far away.
The space that parts our gaze
Cannot be bridged
in a single day.

Sunday, 16 June 2019

Raga Dhanashri - Pipa

The body is God,
the body is the temple,
the body is the worshiper,
the body is the sacred shrine.
The body is the incense,
the lamp, the sacred offerings;
it is the body I worship
with broken petals.

Saturday, 15 June 2019

The Demon Snow-Shoes (A Legend of Kiandra) - Barcroft Henry Boake

The snow lies deep on hill and dale,
In rocky gulch and grassy vale,
The tiny, trickling, tumbling falls
Are frozen ’twixt their rocky walls
That grey and brown look silent down
Upon Kiandra’s shrouded town.

Friday, 14 June 2019

The Steppe - Boris Pasternak

How lovely those journeys into quiet!
Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,
ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,
mosquitoes go whining through space.

Thursday, 13 June 2019

Easy - Paul Éluard

Easy and beautiful under
your eyelids
As the meeting of pleasure
Dance and the rest

Wednesday, 12 June 2019

The Quality of Life - Publius Annius Florus

Bacchus, of the vine revealer, let thy fullness aid the vine:
Send the dulcet juice aflowing which no nectar can outshine.
Grant it ever-mellowing storage lest in veins inimical
It produce a smack of roughness turned to vinegar withal.

Tuesday, 11 June 2019

Love's despair - Dermot O'Curnan

I am desolate,
Bereft by bitter fate;
No cure beneath the skies can save me,
No cure on sea or strand,
Nor in any human hand—
But hers, this paining wound who gave me.

Monday, 10 June 2019

Go, dream no more - Pamelia Sarah Yule

  Go, dream no more of a sun-bright sky
    With never a cloud to dim!—
Thou hast seen the storm in its robes of night,
Them hast felt the rush of the whirlwind's might,
Thou hast shrunk from the lightning's arrowy flight,
    When the Spirit of Storms went by!

Sunday, 9 June 2019

Bermuda triangle - Ivan Borislavov

Did I dream I was flying over the Bermuda triangle?
Below me the stars were reeling –
the lights of the heavenly airport.
And the airplane – a Southern Cross on fire –
engraved in the vortex of night.
I was ablaze with fire – other than this I can't remember anything.

Saturday, 8 June 2019

Friday, 7 June 2019

Of Hope and Dinosaurs - Syl Cheney-Coker

Always, we searched in the stone river,
while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us,
long before we turned the saccharin of words
into inflammable brawls. Full of ancient gluttony,
we have fed our appetites, eating with hasty mouths
what was meant for our own Passover.

Thursday, 6 June 2019

The Feast - Dorian Haarhoff

I have laid the round table
and set the seven-bit candle stick, centre-piece.
the hour is late. the chairs stand empty.
the invited guests have not come
nor sent regrets.

Wednesday, 5 June 2019

The essence of this world - Rudaki

May the world please our lord. May he live long.
May no accidents befall him.

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

To a Dead Crow - Kasiprasad Ghose

Gay minstrel of the Indian clime!
How oft at morning's rosy prime
When thou didst sing in caw, caw numbers,
Vexed I've awoke from my sweet slumbers,
And to avoid that hateful sound,
That plagues a head howe'er profound,
Have walked out in my garden, where
Beside the tank, in many a square,
Sweet lilies, jasmines, roses bloom,
Far from those trees within whose gloom
Of foliage thick, thou hadst thy nest
From daily toil at night to rest.

Monday, 3 June 2019

Courbet:The Stone Breakers - Rene Char

Sand and straw live gently, soften the fall of wine.
They gather quills from dovecotes.
Theirs is the gullet’s greedy tongue.

Sunday, 2 June 2019

The Celestial Fire -Yannai

Now an angel of the Lord appeared to Moses in a blazing fire —

a fire that devours fire;

Saturday, 1 June 2019

Siberia - James Clarence Mangan

In Siberia's wastes
   The ice-wind's breath
Woundeth like the toothed steel;
Lost Siberia doth reveal
   Only blight and death.

Friday, 31 May 2019

the well digger - Yokoi Yayū

the well digger
comes out into the floating world—
the heat!

Thursday, 30 May 2019

The Domain - J. Le Gay Brereton

The bulging cloud mounts lazily
    In shade where sunlight glances through,
And sweeping lightly from the tree
    Melts indolently in the blue.

Wednesday, 29 May 2019

Liverpool - Yasemin Balandi

When night ends, the fog begins
Heavy as lead!
Shrouding the town:
Once grand
And home of grandeur.

Tuesday, 28 May 2019

Everything Has Changed (Except Graves) - Mzi Mahola

I stood at the ruins
of my former school
where I was patiently moulded;
wild plants own every space now;
my soul was paralyzed.
What happened to the roofs
the doors and windows?

Monday, 27 May 2019

A Meditation - José Agostinho de Macedo

Portentous Egypt! I in thee behold
And studiously examine human-kind,
Learning to know me in mine origin,
In the primeval and the social state.

Saturday, 25 May 2019

The Forest Reverie - Abijah M. Ide

’Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,

Friday, 24 May 2019

Vondel's Lucifer (Act II, lines 1-34) - Joost van den Vondel

Ye speedy Spirits, stay our chariot now,
God's Morning-star in its full zenith stands;
Its height is reached; and lo! the moment comes
When Lucifer must set before this star,
This double star that rises from below
And seeks the way above, to tarnish Heaven
With earthly glow. No more should ye adorn
Proud Lucifer's apparel with glittering crowns,
Nor gild his forehead with the glorious dawn
Of morning-star, to which Archangels kneel.

Thursday, 23 May 2019

The Gardener's Daughters - Hugo von Hofmannsthal

One fills the large Delft jugs,
Painted with blue dragons and birds,
With a loose sheaf of bright flowers:

Wednesday, 22 May 2019

the sun is a new house - H.C. Artmann

the sun is a new house
you write it
it is tomorrow
we hold our hands through
the open windows

Tuesday, 21 May 2019

Noah in Salonta - Srgjan Sekulić

In Salonta1
in front of the Orthodox church
a man was offering Salah.

Monday, 20 May 2019

Place de la Concorde - Florence Earle Coates

Near where the royal victims fell
In days gone by, caught in the swell
Of a ruthless tide
Of human passion, deep and wide:
There where we two
A Nation’s later sorrow knew—
To-day, O friend! I stood
Amid a self-ruled multitude
That by nor sound nor word
Betrayed how mightily its heart was stirred.

Sunday, 19 May 2019

How is it I can love You - Symeon the New Theologian

How is it I can love You
     within me,
     yet see You from afar?

Saturday, 18 May 2019

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (Quatrains I - XII) - Omar Khayyam

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight!
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light,

Friday, 17 May 2019

Remembering Sahel - Paulos Netabay

Who could forget the war?
The battles where we fell,
the awful sun, our wounds
glistening like jewels
in the hell we’ve never left…

Thursday, 16 May 2019

The Shaving of Murdoch - Standish Hayes O'Grady

When he and Cathal of the Red Hand, King of Connaught, entered the monastic life together.

Murdoch, whet thy knife, that we may shave our crowns to the Great King,
Let us sweetly give our vow, and the hair of both our heads to the Trinity.

Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Monastery in the Hills (Monk's Song) - Dato Barbakadze

Each morning I fetch water from a hidden spring
and quietly watch the changing clouds.
I do not know if I will see another winter
but I am still happy, surrounded by mountains and green places
where so many mortals—so many weak ones—live.

Tuesday, 14 May 2019

The Fall of the Leaves - Charles-Hubert Millevoye

With the spoils of the wood,
Autumn had littered the earth;
The groves without mystery,
The nightingale without voice.
Sadly, and dying with his dawn,
A youth, afflicted, paced slowly
Across, as in earlier years,
This wood of delight, once more.

Monday, 13 May 2019

I must be the last time - Daniel Faria

I must be the last time
The final rain over the last animal in the grass
The corpse where the spider decides the circle.

Sunday, 12 May 2019

Lead us up beyond light - Dionysius the Areopagite

Lead us up beyond light,
beyond knowing and unknowing,
to the topmost summit of truth,

Saturday, 11 May 2019

I am weary of the speakers of English - Màiri Mhór

I am weary of the speakers of English
I long for some warmth and music
I am truly tired of the speakers of English

Friday, 10 May 2019

Home - Leonidas

Cling to thy home! if there the meanest shed
Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head,

Thursday, 9 May 2019

Green, green the river-side grass - Anonymous

Green, green the river-side grass,
Dense, dense the garden willows,

Wednesday, 8 May 2019

The Sundowner's Dream - David Campbell

He sat by the fire;
It burned with a black flame
In the fluid air
And he told me his dream.

Monday, 6 May 2019

Green Fingers - Carl Spitteler

Green Fingers rides through the wood.

And never a word says she,
But she sets her mark upon every tree.
And soon there's a whisper, a titter,
And out comes Kobolds with a skitter
To dance in the faery-ring,
And high in the branches swing -
Catch the gold
That on branching boughs doth its curls unfold.

Sunday, 5 May 2019

In Praise of God (from Avoda) - Yose ben Yose

I shall proclaim the mighty deeds of God,
     who is glorious in power.
He alone is God
     and there is no other;

Saturday, 4 May 2019

A goobie is not a calabash - Ted Eric Matthews

Is not de calabash ah want, is de goobie!
Yo’ don’t know de difference? Well I tell yo’!

Friday, 3 May 2019

Blindness cure - Epiphanie Mukasano

you have been looking for too long
you have even borrowed a telescope

Thursday, 2 May 2019

From A Place - Titilope Sonuga

I come from a place

where mothers go to battle each day
with a baby strapped across their backs
another still clinging from their breasts
childcare at its finest

Wednesday, 1 May 2019

The Dead Doll - Margaret Vandergrift

You needn't be trying to comfort me— I tell you my dolly is dead!
There's no use in saying she isn't, with a crack like that in her head.
It 's just like you said it wouldn't hurt much to have my tooth out, that day;
And then, when the man 'most pulled my head off, you hadn't a word to say.

Tuesday, 30 April 2019

May I Never Miss… - Hector Marcó

The storm of the years
has whitened your head,
dear bright-eyed mother
who lives and breathes for me.

Monday, 29 April 2019

Being a Sri Lankan - Saduni Wanniarachchi

Mothers’ hips are eroded
And her clavicles stick out.
She has had too many children
But she is still pregnant.
Her lungs are punctured
And Shred into pieces
Of ripe cloudless flesh
Only to be hidden beneath
Layers of charred rubber.

Sunday, 28 April 2019

Only a bird - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

I am not God nor His messenger—
I am only a singing bird.

Saturday, 27 April 2019

Black Children - Rex Ingamells

Where now uninterrupted sun
Is shrivelling the sheaves,

Friday, 26 April 2019

I am - Grigore Vieru

I am the apple tree that rises
With shiny fruit toward the stars,
While down below a leper scratches
Against its trunk his ugly scars.

Thursday, 25 April 2019

Wednesday, 24 April 2019

Invocation - Mirjam Tuominen

Beyond the seven mountains
the seven valleys
the seven rapid torrents
the seventy-seven nights
the seventy-seven days
the seven hundred-and-seventy-seven days-and-nights
the seven thousand and seventy-seven paradise years
inferno years purgatory years
shut up in the mountain
beyond the valleys
beyond the rapids
beyond the nights the days
the days-and-nights
the paradise years
inferno years purgatory years
inside shut in
outside shut out
I cry: ‘Awake!

Tuesday, 23 April 2019

St. George And The Dragon - Anonymous

Of Hector's deeds did Homer fing,
And of the sack of ftately Troy,
What griefs fair Helena did bring,
Which was fir Paris' only joy:
And by my pen I will recite
St. George's deeds, and Englifh knight.

Monday, 22 April 2019

Sunday, 21 April 2019

Done is a Battle - William Dunbar

Done is a battle on the dragon black,
Our champion Christ confoundit has his force;
The yetis of hell are broken with a crack,
The sign triumphal raisit is of the cross,
The devillis trymmillis with hiddous voce,
The saulis are borrowit and to the bliss can go,
Christ with his bloud our ransonis dois indoce:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

Saturday, 20 April 2019

O gladsome light - Hieromartyr Athenogenes

O gladsome light, O grace
Of God the Father's face,
The eternal splendour wearing;
Celestial, holy, blest,
Our Saviour Jesus Christ,
Joyful in thine appearing.

Friday, 19 April 2019

Bitter was the night - Sydney Carter

Bitter was the night,
thought the cock would crow forever
Bitter was the night before the break of day.

Thursday, 18 April 2019

Melancholy - Poornima Laxmeshwar

From my window
I see the orange circle
Escape in a blue quilt
Quietly without leaving any traces of its existence

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Come Away, My Love - Joseph Kariuki

Come away, my love, from streets
Where mankind eyes divide,
And show windows reflect our difference.
In the shelter of my faithful room rest.

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

The midnight mouse - Christian Morgenstern

When it's midnight and neither moon
Nor stars do light the sky,
Then twelve times across the heavens
The midnight mouse doth fly.

Monday, 15 April 2019

Talvez - Régis Bonvicino

Might be a bird passing over
might be a moment of silence
might be the sun in hiding
might be winter hasn't

Sunday, 14 April 2019

I Walk in Danger All the Way - Hans Adolf Brorson

I walk in danger all the way.
The thought shall never leave me
That Satan, who has marked his prey,
Is plotting to deceive me.
This foe with hidden snares
May seize me unawares
If e'er I fail to watch and pray.
I walk in danger all the way.

Saturday, 13 April 2019

To my beloved: With my soul in my lips - Medardo Ángel Silva

When you imagine our impassioned love’s flame
inside your chest to be extinguished,
the day you’re without me, my life will be torn from me
only because of you is my life beloved.

Friday, 12 April 2019

Remembrance - Mario Battistella

Every week feels so long
when you are not close to me!
I don’t know what superhuman powers
give my life meaning, so far from you.

Thursday, 11 April 2019

Epitome of Roman History V - Publius Annius Florus

When my young pear-trees I planted, when I planted apple-trees,
On the bark the name I gravéd of the sweetheart who is mine.

Tuesday, 9 April 2019

My native Pines - Joseph Howe

My native Pines—my native Pines,
    I love beneath your boughs to stray,
While morning’s sun upon you shines
    With bright, and warm, and fervid ray;
For oh! ’twas thus in childhood’s hours,
    I rov’d beneath them wild and free,
And gathered May’s unsullied flowers,
    That sprung around each forest tree.

Monday, 8 April 2019

Moonlight Sleeps Within your Heart - Jean Lahor

Moonlight sleeps Within your heart,
A gentle light of summer moon
And I 'shall set the cares of life apart
When, in your brightness,' shall I swoon.

Sunday, 7 April 2019

Morning Hymn - Gregory the Great

Lo, fainter now He spread the shades of night,
And upward spread the trembling gleams of morn;
Suppliant we bend before the Lord of Light,
And pray at early dawn,

Saturday, 6 April 2019

Radio Poem - Bertold Brecht

You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break

Friday, 5 April 2019

64 - Bruce Levitan

So, when the alarm bell rang, insistently calling to me
I awoke to the bright morning sunlight piercing the curtain:
X-rays of the pattern picked out so that I could see
The individual flowers and birds illuminated - like a fountain
Yin-yang, the bright reverse of what they really are meant to be.

Thursday, 4 April 2019

It is not necessary - Chu Hsi

It is not necessary to go out of one's way to get rid of the natural mind;
it needs only that the spiritual mind shall rule.

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

Sigh no more, ladies - William Shakespeare

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.

Tuesday, 2 April 2019

I Wonder - Elfrida De Renne Barrow

My heart is a small room,
  And life is the light of day
That peeps in through the window
  Joyous and gay.

Monday, 1 April 2019

This Day Our Daily Dog - Giselle Caputo

It’s as if the plastic bags
had become the sofa’s latest outfit
because why remember the dead
and gather dust in the house

Sunday, 31 March 2019

Layla - Ahmad al-Alawi

Full near I came unto where dwelleth
Layla, when I heard her call.
That voice, would I might ever hear it!

Saturday, 30 March 2019

The Song of the Thrush - Rhys Goch ap Rhiccert

I gave ear, in the shade
By a mighty oak made,
To the soft warbled words
Of the wild forest birds;
Till all fell a-hush,
When the voice of the thrush
Sent forth a sally
Of song through the valley.
Most exquisite
Was the transport of it!

Friday, 29 March 2019

The Blood of Fruits - Kushal Poddar

Sometimes I think I grew a taste
for the dead. Did you hear
the tale of young ones buried
for the sake of fecundity,

Thursday, 28 March 2019

A Scandal On The Head - Kwesi Brew

The broken bone cannot be made whole
The strong have sheltered in their strength
The swift have sought life in their speed
The cripple and the tired heaped out of the way onto the ant hills
Had been, bit by bit, half eaten by termites

Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Announcements - Brian Bilston

We would like to apologise for the delay.
This is due to the wrong kind of deal,
which indeed is any kind of deal
that might make your forward journey possible
at this time.

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

In a Dilapidated House - Ayukawa Nobuo

The wind blew hard that day
just after keichitsu1
the Eastern and Southern windows
made sounds one after the other
the door opened and closed…

Monday, 25 March 2019

Ngak - Val Sengebau

I took my leave from my beloved land
Suffocated with deep emotional turbulence

Sunday, 24 March 2019

Cry Hari - Jnāneśvar

Stand at the door of God
One moment nigh,—
Thou hast the fourfold bliss
Obtained thereby.

Saturday, 23 March 2019

My Country- My Maldives - Aminath Neena

The beauty of splashing waves
Caress my homeland
Loving the stretch of white gold
Pure and innocent motherland

Friday, 22 March 2019

Octagonal Howl Poem - Rita Valdivia

In the cawing of my night
more drawn out than a thought
compacted by the atmosphere;
desires curdle like some vital sustenance
raped by air.

Thursday, 21 March 2019

Foreword to the Fables - Ignacy Krasicki

There was once a young man whose temperance never flagged;
There was an old man, too, who never scolded or nagged;

Wednesday, 20 March 2019

O, Land of the Free - Samuel Alfred Haynes

O, Land of the Free by the Carib Sea,
Our manhood we pledge to thy liberty!
No tyrants here linger, despots must flee
This tranquil haven of democracy.
The blood of our sires which hallows the sod,
Brought freedom from slavery, oppression's rod
By the might of truth, and the grace of God,
No longer shall we be hewers of wood.

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

A pretty tale of Pakistan - N.V. Thadani

A pretty tale of Pakistan —
Shadow of a dream of dawn,
Seen by a Poet on the lawn
Of pleasant mount, by pleasant sea!

Monday, 18 March 2019

The Boast - Hywel ab Owain

A white-topped wave is washing ever
The Royal grave of Rhufawn Bevr;
    There lies the Land I love and England loathes,
Right rich the growths her sickles sever.

Sunday, 17 March 2019

An Even-song - St. Patrick

May Thy holy angels, O Christ, son of living God,
Guard our sleep, our rest, our shining bed.

Saturday, 16 March 2019

The Bonny Moor Hen - Anonymous

You brave lads of Weardale, I pray lend an ear
The account of a battle you quickly shall hear,
That was fought by the miners, so well you may ken
By claiming a right to the bonny moor hen.

Saturday, 9 March 2019

The Republic of Power - Alfonso Hernández

Every year the dictator makes a speech to the multitudes
from his pragmatic throne – Peace Love Justice –
(as if history were an expedient of his base passions).

Friday, 8 March 2019

Arriving shortly - K. Srilata

When amma came
to New York City,
she wore unfashionably cut
salwar kurtas,
mostly in beige,
so as to blend in,

Thursday, 7 March 2019

My Chosen One - Hywel ab Owain

My Chosen One is tall and lissome,
Purple her cloak as heather blossom;
      My chosen joy it is to watch her face,
When thoughts of grace breathe from her bosom.

Wednesday, 6 March 2019

do not fear heights - Yu Yoyo

taking a cigarette out onto the balcony to jump off the building
or taking the thought of
jumping off the building
out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette

Tuesday, 5 March 2019

Monday, 4 March 2019

With a pure heart - Attila József

Without father without mother
without God or homeland either
without crib or coffin-cover
without kisses or a lover

Sunday, 3 March 2019

The Sign - Vladimir Solovyov

One, forever one! Though in the sleeping temple
There is a hellish glow in the darkness, and thunder in the midst of the stillness,—

Saturday, 2 March 2019

I Am the Night - Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger

I am the night. My veils are much softer
Than the white of death's dark vale.
All burning pain do I cool
In my blackened boat under sail.

Friday, 1 March 2019

The Prophecy - Taliesin

               A dragon fire-breathing,
               In horrid coils wreathing
Shall fly from the East with armed pinions outspread,

Thursday, 28 February 2019

Wednesday, 27 February 2019

To the stars - Bernard ter Haar

Are ye sheep of snowy whiteness,
Which the night as shepherd leads,
When the sun sinks down to slumber
Through the blue ethereal meads?

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

The Tree - Björnstjerne Björnson

The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.

Monday, 25 February 2019

De Spectaculis Liber VI - Marcus Valerius Martialis

That warring Mars
served thee in arms
suffices not, Caesar;
Venus herself too serves.

Sunday, 24 February 2019

Consolation - Alphonse Lamartine

Drop, lone and silent tears,
On pitiless earth to rest!
Not now on piety's meek hand,
Or friendship's gentle breast!

Saturday, 23 February 2019

The Earth is our Friend (Garden of Creation) - Yasus Afari

The earth is the garden of creation
Purposefully clothed with lush, green vegetation.
Firm enough to prevent critical soil erosion,
All elements working in union,
For natural joy and satisfaction.
The earth is a friend, we are the friends of the earth

Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Cinema - Adel Khozam

In the cinema there is a lot of killing
The screen is full of imaginary blood

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

On Fatalism - Al-Shafi‘i

Not always wealth, nor always force,
A splendid destiny commands;
The lordly vulture gnaws the corpse
That rots upon the barren sands.

Monday, 18 February 2019

Peasant Pavo - John Ludvig Runeberg

’Mid the high, bleak moors of Saarijärvis
On a sterile farm, lived Peasant Pavo,
And its poor soil tilled with care untiring.
Trusting to the Lord to send the increase.

Sunday, 17 February 2019

Self Recollection - Vincenzo da Filicaja

In buoyant days of young self-confidence
And credulous trust in counsels that misled,
This mind, the sport of passion, lov'd to tread
Each tempting path which fascinates the sense.

Saturday, 16 February 2019

Adoration of the Palm Trees - Jean el Mouhoub Amrouche

At night the palm trees shed heavy tears.
Their shadows bend over the sea
Nearly soundless like the scattered souls that weep
In the serene immobility of the stars.

Friday, 15 February 2019

I stand against - Ben Caesar

paging so many rages/
trying overstand why we hate and rape/
our sisters/

Thursday, 14 February 2019

Night - Duncan Campbell Scott

The night is old, and all the world
    Is wearied out with strife;
A long gray mist lies heavy and wan
    Above the house of life.

Wednesday, 13 February 2019

A wife's heart - Meng Jiao

On the wu-tung tree, phoenix and mate grow old together;
Duck and drake cleave to each other till death.

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

Monday, 11 February 2019

Her Song - Epiphanie Mukasano

the song of my mother's hand stirring sorghum pap
tastes like the morning sun; a song echoed
among the leaves of her cassava tree; a prayer, a murmur
climbing Rutare mountains

Sunday, 10 February 2019

The Infinite! - Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock

How soars this labouring spirit, while it thinks,
O boundless Lord, of Thee!
How low midst earth and littleness it sinks
When it descends to me;
To self, and sorrow's night, and brief mortality!

Saturday, 9 February 2019

Meta Milonga for Rodolfo Wilcock and his Cat - Vittorio Gassman

Rodolfo Wilcock: I know of no other mind
More geometric, more mercurial
I doubt there was another thinker
So funereally intelligent.

Friday, 8 February 2019

Dawn - Archbishop Khorene Nar Bey de Lusignan

Roses upon roses
Spread in sheets below,
In the high blue ether
Clouds that shine like snow,
Lightly, brightly, softly,
Spread before thy feet,
In this tranquil season
Wait thy face to greet;
Waits in hope all nature,
O Aurora sweet!

Thursday, 7 February 2019

The Nature - Chu Hsi

  1. Moral Law is the Nature,
    and the Nature is Moral Law.

Wednesday, 6 February 2019

The Dream - Zelda Quakawoot

A dream is not a prediction
Nor is it your only goal
It’s a larger slice of sunshine
That glows within your soul

Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Maureen - John Todhunter

O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,
Girl of my choice, Maureen!
Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy, sweet mouth denies,

Monday, 4 February 2019

A man wounded by a rabid dog - Paulus Silentiarius

A man wounded by a rabid dog's venom sees, they say,
the beast's image in all water.

Sunday, 3 February 2019

O Trinity, our Lord - V. Utrenev

Most-pure, Invisible, Incomprehensible,
Untraceable, and quite Invincible,
And sole Immortal One,

Saturday, 2 February 2019

The Scar - Raúl Aguirrezabalaga

You’ve got the fame of a big thug—
but now you’re not even a shadow
of who you once were.

Friday, 1 February 2019

The Last Coffee - Cátulo Castillo

Your memory touches down like a tornado,
the autumn sun begins to set again
I watch the drizzle, and as I watch
the spoon stirs in the coffee…

Thursday, 31 January 2019

It is the season - Antipater of Sidon

It is the season for the ship to travel tearing through the waves;
    no longer does the sea toss, furrowed by dreadful fret.

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

Erinna - Antipater of Sidon

Few are Erinna's verses nor is she wordy in her songs,
    but this her little work is inspired.

Tuesday, 29 January 2019

The day when you will love me - Alfredo Le Pera

I hear you softly breathing;
That quiet murmur caresses my dream.
How my life is laughing
If your big dark eyes look at me with their gleam.
And if I have the comfort
Of your singing laughter, whose bursts always seem
To make my wound feel better,
I become a forgetter!

Monday, 28 January 2019

Spring - Mugurditch Beshiktashlian

How cool and sweet, O breeze of morn,
Thou stirrest in the air,
Caressing soft the dewy flowers,
The young girl’s clustering hair!
But not my country’s breeze thou art.
Blow past! thou canst not touch my heart.

Sunday, 27 January 2019

Although a wretched sinner - Pope Innocent III

Although a wretched sinner,
Dear Son of God Most High,
I call to thee for mercy,
Oh, hear my mournful cry.

Saturday, 26 January 2019

To All and Everything - Vladimir Mayakovsky

It can’t be.
You too, beloved?
Why? What for?
Darling, look -
I came,
I brought flowers,
but, but... I never took
silver spoons from your drawer!

Friday, 25 January 2019

I am Kerry - Sigerson Clifford

I am Kerry like my mother before me
And my mother’s mother and her man
Now I sit on an office stool remembering
And the memory of them like a fan
Soothes the embers into flame.
I am Kerry and proud of my name.

Thursday, 24 January 2019

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

Remembering Lechchami - Monica Ruwanpathirana

I reach the plantation gently stepping amidst the cold mist
I drift up along the trails in the hilltop plucking the leaves
I see the estate border while treading the wavy hills
I feel my limbs trembling as I get close to the bush near the edge

Tuesday, 22 January 2019

To My Lamp - Edmond Rostand

Dear lamp, my old friend, by your light
My books I’d read and verses write.
You’d watch behind your humble shade
While sleep on my ruddy eyelids played.
Then ashamed I’d startle aright!

Monday, 21 January 2019

Ghazal - Alisher Navoi

Spring is like absolute hell for me without you,
The red bloom is fire in it, the white has icy view.

Sunday, 20 January 2019

A Flower - Ardakh Nurgaz

I planted a flower, to offer to the sun
The burning sun

Saturday, 19 January 2019

Friday, 18 January 2019

A Hymn to Love - Amado Nervo

The day you shall love me will bear more light than June,
The night you shall love me– full-mooned,
a tale left untold within each ray,
The day you shall love me will bear more roses than May

Thursday, 17 January 2019

The Largest Life - Archibald Lampman

I lie upon my bed and hear and see.
The moon is rising through the glistening trees;

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

Tuesday, 15 January 2019

Aubade - Dafydd ap Gwilym

It seemed as if we did not sleep
One wink that night; I was sighing deep.
The cruellest judge in the costliest court
Could not condemn a night so short.
We had the light out, but I know,
Each time I turned, a radiant glow
Suffused the room, and shining snow
Alit from Heaven’s candle-fires
Illuminated our desires.

Monday, 14 January 2019

To Emma - José Martí

Do not feel sad, dear child, because you lack
The gift of speech which heaven has denied you:

Sunday, 13 January 2019

Saturday, 12 January 2019

On yearning for Mt Fuji - Yamabe no Akahito

Heaven and earth:
Since the time they parted,
Of manifest divinity,
Reaching the heights of awe,
In Suruga stands
The high peak of Fuji;

Friday, 11 January 2019

Silvae Book IV: 3 – The Via Domitiana - Publius Papinius Statius

What vast cacophony, of tough flints
And solid steel, filled stony Appia,
On the side that borders on the sea?

Thursday, 10 January 2019

Going to Sleep - Hermann Hesse

And now the long long day has left me tired,
May my wish be granted by the starlit night,
Like the hopeful prayers of every exhausted child.

Wednesday, 9 January 2019

Parabolic ballad - Andrei Voznesensky

Among a parabola life like a rocket flies,
Mainly in darkness, now and then on a rainbow,
Red-headed bohemian Gauguin the painter
Started out life as a prosperous stockbroker.
In order to get to the Louvre from Montmartre
He made a detour all through Java, Sumatra,
Tahiti, the Isles of Marquesas.

Monday, 7 January 2019

Kannada ‘Vachana' - Basava

Do not steal, Do not kill,
Do not utter the untruth,

Sunday, 6 January 2019

The Wayfarer - Robin Hyde

The wounds of the world are good wounds, got in a hardy fight —
Therefore ’tis best to welcome or pilgrim or knight
Who limping comes on his quest, forspent or betrayed,
Whose breast is an aching thrust; and who will not be stayed.

Saturday, 5 January 2019

Burial - Kingsley Fairbridge

Among the Manyika, a dead infant is buried by its Mother without a ceremony.

Friday, 4 January 2019

The Centipede - Edith L. M. King

I've often watched you, centipede,
And I can't think however
You manage those long rows of feet —
You must be very clever.

Thursday, 3 January 2019

The Harp of India - Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough?
Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain;
Thy music once was sweet — who hears it now?

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

The Pretty Redhead - Guillaume Apollinaire

Here I am before you all an utterly sensible man
Knowing life and about death as much as a living person can know

Tuesday, 1 January 2019

The Year - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?