blue bridge - Viktor Krivulin

where gloomed as lilac
an upturned bowbend
blue bridge shadow—

Capriccio - Uroš Zupan

Form is what remains;
the glimmer of divine shapes,
light, colors, odors and tastes,
dreams after Coleridge's pipe –

Lament V - Jan Kochanowski

Just as a little olive offshoot grows
Beneath its orchard elders’ shady rows,
No budding leaf as yet, no branching limb,
Only a rod uprising, virgin-slim —

In Harmony with the World - Bodufenvalugey Seedi

One is never expected
In a sailboat to fly
As the wind carries it,
You simply lie.

Another year for Jesus - Francis Ridley Havergal

Another year for Jesus!
How can I wish for you
A greater joy or blessing,
O fellow-worker true?

Sweet kisses (Senryu) - Mario Odekerken

Sweet kisses linger,
laughter slips between soft breaths,
love steals the last word.

Quietly my wife - Toivo Lyy

Quietly my wife
breaths beside me,

Winter - Lasgush Poradeci

From today my spirit is a recluse,
And banished is all my joy.
Long has it been that snow has lain
Over mountain and over wood.

Dwelling by a stream - Liu Zongyuan

I had so long been troubled by official hat and robe
That I am glad to be an exile here in this wild southland.
I am a neighbour now of planters and reapers.

Hidebound in Diaspora - Mohja Kahf

Slowly, you forget the stone church where your great-
grandmother murmured Aramaic blessings for the Virgin,
and you start to think all Syrians are like
the Sunni Arab ones at your Manchester mosque