A phone-call - Rafiq O’zturk

My poor dad
would love to be proud of me.
He is glad
if he finds something
that was lost long ago.

Q’esintuu - Odi Gonzales

no longer rooted in me no longer
is the roaring force
of a horn blower

O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter - César Malan

O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter, 
Who hast revealed the Saviour to my heart, 
Lead me again to him whom I adore, 
And the assurance of his love impart. 

Dusk - Yefon Isabelle

I am different, I told him.
But dear, he said
There isn't nothing special about being different
The world will only jeer at your ache.

Silence - René Maran

My relatives are dead. As for my friends,
My childhood friends, where are they?
Life has scattered them;
Scattered them like seeds blown by the wind.

Eggs - Tomás Iriarte

Beyond the sunny Philippines
An island lies, whose name I do not know;
But that’s of little consequence, if so
You understand that there they had no hens,

To my book - António Corrêa

Go, son, you're old enough,
you're emancipated;
you need to travel the world,
learn a bit about everything.

Question and answer - Björnstjerne Björnson

The Child 
Father! Within the forest's bound 
No bird I found, 
No sound of song the woods around. 

Canto Nine - Tonino Guerra

It must have been raining a hundred days,
       and the water that saturated
the roots of all the plants
Reached the library and soaked all the holy words
which were closed up in the convent.

All growth of the forest - Spervogel

All growth of the forest,
The deep-hidden gold,
All secret abysses,
Thine eye doth behold;