Alone all night I watched the stars
through the opening in my Cave,
And the springing rays of the Northern
Light came as welcome guests to
my door,
A Collection of Poems
A diverse collection of poems I like.
Friday, 18 July 2025
The Bells - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya
Thursday, 17 July 2025
I saw my hand - Oktay Rifat
While drinking water I saw my hand
Softly fuzzed with pink holes
I said hi there, hi there hand of mine
Pick up a wineglass pick up a fork pick up a pencil
Softly fuzzed with pink holes
I said hi there, hi there hand of mine
Pick up a wineglass pick up a fork pick up a pencil
And when the time comes avoid
Picking up a sword picking up a gun
My brave young lad my lion my lovely one
Picking up a sword picking up a gun
My brave young lad my lion my lovely one
Wednesday, 16 July 2025
My land - Martin Camaj
When I die, may I turn into grass
On my mountains in spring,
In autumn I will turn to seed.
On my mountains in spring,
In autumn I will turn to seed.
Tuesday, 15 July 2025
Obstinate - Ephrem Seyoum
When your good-for-nothing lover
said the beginning and end of
wisdom
is in the smoking of a cigarette
you laughed
said the beginning and end of
wisdom
is in the smoking of a cigarette
you laughed
Monday, 14 July 2025
GSIS XIII: 745 - Izumi Shikibu
If completely
Cold were we
Cold were we
Sunday, 13 July 2025
Oh, teach me - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger
Oh, teach me, thou forest, to testify glad,
As in autumn the gloom of thy yellowing leaf,
That my spring cometh back after winter the sad,
That my tree gleameth green after mournfulness brief.
The roots of my tree stand strong, deep, and divine
In eternity's summer; oh, why then repine?
As in autumn the gloom of thy yellowing leaf,
That my spring cometh back after winter the sad,
That my tree gleameth green after mournfulness brief.
The roots of my tree stand strong, deep, and divine
In eternity's summer; oh, why then repine?
Saturday, 12 July 2025
Lift the goblets, loud and glinting - Jens Peter Jacobsen
Lift the goblets, loud and glinting
That the burgundy is tinting
Red as dusky rubies are.
That the burgundy is tinting
Red as dusky rubies are.
Friday, 11 July 2025
Let him be - Hazeem Hazmi
The boy that walks alone from school
You see him not knowing how he feels
He sits there empty away all that is real
You don’t know anything
You see him not knowing how he feels
He sits there empty away all that is real
You don’t know anything
Thursday, 10 July 2025
Looking over the sheep one evening - Danzangiin Nyamsüren
The shapes of homesteads, like a hundred white sheep,
blench the summer pastures like a growth of mushrooms.
blench the summer pastures like a growth of mushrooms.
Wednesday, 9 July 2025
Caprice (A Summer’s Day, Sydney Harbour) - Louis Esson
Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight,
Veils of colour blent and blown
In melodic monotone.
Veils of colour blent and blown
In melodic monotone.
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