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Thursday 17 October 2024
The Farm, from Pan Tadeusz - Adam Mickiewicz
O Lithuania, my native land,
you are like health--so valued when lost
beyond recovery; let these words now stand
restoring you, redeeming exile's cost.
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Wednesday 16 October 2024
In winter - Maksim Bahdanovich
Hail, frosty evening, ringing, calling,
Hail, crunching crisp, soft spread of snow,
No snowstorm blows, the wind has fallen,
And freely the light sledges go.
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Tuesday 15 October 2024
Not a star - Grigore Vieru
Not a star is poor
As long as it is seen
Not a nation being needy
As long as it has a song, a speech.
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Monday 14 October 2024
This Humanity, a Tale - Ali Znaidi
This humanity, this diversity
like endless lightning through
the night.
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Sunday 13 October 2024
He said, don't sleep - Dunash ben Labrat
He said, "Don't sleep. Drink old wine
with myrrh and lilies, henna and aloes,
in an orchard of pomegranates, palm, and vines
full of pleasant plants and tamarisks, to the hum of fountains
and the throb of lutes,
to the sound of singers, flutes, and lyres.
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Saturday 12 October 2024
Charity - Ivan Blatný
Hearken, the rivers won’t be frozen this winter
or nearly any other winter for that matter
this is a milde climate
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Friday 11 October 2024
Have You Been at Carrick? - Edward Walsh
Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?
And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright, and fair?
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Thursday 10 October 2024
The Surpassing of Danger - Yannis Ritsos
Every so often a star or a voice
falls so deep, that he supports himself
on the railing of the balcony or holding a hand
(if there is a hand) lest he collapse inside himself.
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Wednesday 9 October 2024
Zehaal-E-Miskeen - Amir Khosrow
Do not overlook my misery,
by blandishing your eyes and weaving tales,
My patience has over-brimmed, O sweetheart!
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Tuesday 8 October 2024
Full Moon - Fabio Fiallo
Over the green prairie, with hushed voices,
We wandered, she and I.
The moon rose clear and bright above the mountain,
The nightingale was singing to the sky.
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