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

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.

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.

Past Joys - Rodriguez Lobo

Dear Tagus, what immeasurable space
Our present from our former lot divides!
Glassy of yore, now turbid are thy tides,
Once smiles my brow adorned, now tears deface.

Pleading - Arthur Leslie Salmon

Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland,
Home in the dusk, and speak to me again?
Tell me the stories that I am forgetting,
Quicken my hope, and recompense my pain?

Definitions - Sara Vanégas Coveña

Memory is a bird
migrating
between my heart and the void

The Song of the Heavens, the Stars, Schumann and My Wife - Hanuš Jelínek

Du meine Seele . . .
The heavens have cried their golden tears,
They have cried so still, they have cried;

In her shoes - Asante Lucy Mtenje

In her shoes, those shoes,
those two sizes too big,
worn out “kanavasi”
she drags along to the dumpsters
to rummage through the wilting,
rusty banana and mango peels,
disregarding the stench and the flies
that hover around her long
after she has retired to “bed”.

O the Chimneys - Nelly Sachs

O the chimneys
On the carefully planned dwellings of death
When Israel’s body rose dissolved in smoke

The world is being run on time - Francis Brabazon

The world is being run on time, by time, for time, and at no time are we free
Just to sit and enjoy even the outward forms of the Beloved's beauty.