Venice masks

Sunday, 23 November 2025

Looking For Each Other - Thích Nhat Hanh

 I have been looking for you, World Honored One,
since I was a little child.
With my first breath, I heard your call,
and began to look for you, Blessed One.

Saturday, 22 November 2025

three Haiku - Elis Juliana

In the school of life
there's no student who does not
want a vacation.

Friday, 21 November 2025

Lament of Iaroslavna - Pavlo Tychyna

(I)
Snow. Light flurries falling
on the Prince’s palace.
Around it day and night
walks a tiny voice crying:
      —Prince, my dearest Prince,
      are you beyond the Danube?

Thursday, 20 November 2025

The Guali - Manuel María Madiedo

Far away are mountains, swelling
     Dark blue on a paler sky;
Whose faint quivering light is telling
     That the sun has risen high.
Straight above, he draws unto him
     All the splendor of the heaven;
Darting on the lonely pilgrim
     Rays like redhot lances driven.

Wednesday, 19 November 2025

We're all Rays from the Same Sun - Abdulla Shaig

Hey you, damnable mankind, tyrannizing down through the ages,
Vomiting blood, and only blood!
Did revenge conquer your heart?
Did the hot wind seer your soul?

Tuesday, 18 November 2025

Guns, Man and Death - Umaru Fofana

Gun, alone, not kills
Man, alone, kills
Man manufactures the gun
Man pulls the trigger on the gun

Monday, 17 November 2025

The Farmer in Wet Weather - Jónas Hallgrímsson

Goddess of drizzle,
driving your big
cartloads of mist
across my fields!

Sunday, 16 November 2025

Earth and Dreamer - Alfonso Guillén Zelaya

Here I am, oh Earth! Diligently
I open the furrow in your bosom;
my hand, moved, deposits the seed;
the hand of a dreamer sowing life.

Saturday, 15 November 2025

To a New Morning - Jaromír Borecký

I know not what 'twas o'er me stole,
As if the ice were rent apart,
That for a longdrawn span of dole
In chains had fettered fast my heart.

Friday, 14 November 2025

Come to me softly - Xasan Ganey

Her:
You, the bloomed Qaydar tree,
drenched by a rain,
leaves a fragrant wind which shakes,
You, my qudhac flowers