Kyjov - Petr Bezruč

Ho, ye slender youths in your top-boots clad,
Ho, maidens in crimson array—
In Kyjov a joyful life ye have had,
In Kyjov 'twill ever be gay.

Sub umbra - Leo Bradley

Shades and shadows manifold
Grace our tropic land;
Silhouettes of seagull wings,
And palm shades on the sand;
Of countless coral windy cayes,
And dipping sail-boats grand.

God weeps - Shirley Erena Murray

God weeps
at love withheld,
at strength misused,
at children's innocence abused,
and till we change the way we love,
God weeps.

Promise - Meira Delmar

Some blue and flowered morning
we shall sweetly go, hand in hand

to listen to the stories the brook whispers
before the amazement of the bare stones...

All my bones - Michaela Lamdan

All my bones will say woman.
All my bones say woman.
Woman.
Why do you curve.
Why do you adapt.
Why do you embody pity.
Why.

San Juan of the Tourists - Marigloria Palma

I used to run around with my seven Sundays folded
under my arm and seven pigeons crowning my brow.
I would wander the streets free and caught
in the sun’s crosshairs. The city is a herd
of feelings jammed in the traffic

Put out on the fields - Antonio Machado

Put out on the fields
a physical laborer, a thinker, and a poet.

Land lost - Alessio Zanelli

Land lost. Land of me. Home to dreams.
The dreams have gone and she has turned into dreams.

Sunflower - Maarja Kangro

Ah, sunflower, withered flower,
offspring of the empire,
I was away a long time
and now you are drooping.

The Illuminated Manuscript - Kenneth Steven

They brought me from Ireland, still a boy
to begin their book.

I remember the day I left —
soft bread, a silvering of geese, the sound of my mother.