The Five Senses - Philomena Isitoto

I like the smell of new-ripened oranges;
And newly picked yellow pumpkin;
The sweet smell of roasted pig;
The colourless smell of hot taro;
The passing salt breeze of the sea;
And the scent of flowering shrubs.

Leavetaking - Ibn Jakh

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

They - Onchoka Ongoro

In the town’s shadows, they paraded
Like overlooked heroes on an unwritten script.

Opening - Kewulay Kamara

Peace!
We’ve gathered in the name of Allah
May we disperse in the name of Allah.
Let it be.

The Words of the Candle - Naim Frashëri

Here among you have I risen,
And aflame am I now blazing,
Just a bit of light to give you,
That I change your night to daytime,

Ultima Thule Sendeth Greeting: Part III - Matthías Jochumsson

Hear, Albion,
hear peoples all,
an old man’s words 

from Ultima Thule! 

Ultima Thule Sendeth Greeting: Part II - Matthías Jochumsson

Young was I wont —

now four-score years— 

to fashion words
in Odin’s tongue;

Ultima Thule Sendeth Greeting: Part I - Matthías Jochumsson

Hail to thee, Albion! 

Ultima Thule
sendeth salutem

Bygones cannot by bygones - Faustas Kirsa

Bygones cannot by bygones.
Only streets and squares have forgotten the smell of fire.
Only fields
have forgotten the taste of blood.

Of the text - Juan Calzadilla

           Some have experienced the feeling of poetry to such an extreme degree that the fact of having expressed it in their lives with the same intensity by which they would like to have written it, has incapacitated them and, for that reason, exempted them from putting it into words.