i feel like i have lived a thousand years,
i said to moon when she was fat and full,
when she grew dark i knelt and bled my tears
from wounds called eyes into a silver bowl.
A Collection of Poems
A diverse collection of poems I like.
Tuesday, 17 March 2026
Monday, 16 March 2026
Oh that I might capture the essence - Hwang Jini
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night
Saturday, 14 March 2026
Love song - Bion of Phlossa
The Musses know no fear of the cruel Love;
rather do their hearts befriend him greatly
and their footsteps follow him close.
rather do their hearts befriend him greatly
and their footsteps follow him close.
Friday, 13 March 2026
At the edge of a pond - Māra Zālīte
I let the fish spawn in me
And the seaweed heal me.
I let the wind inhale me
while weevils destroy a flower.
And the seaweed heal me.
I let the wind inhale me
while weevils destroy a flower.
Thursday, 12 March 2026
Čelesta - Antanas Škėma
Tan tin tin tan — the celesta hammers away. Here I turn off the light, and darkness drinks me in. I lie like one immured but still permitted to breathe. I lie like one to be crucified whom nobody will nail to the cross. I lie and wait.
Wednesday, 11 March 2026
Oh Heather, Oh Blossom! - Juhan Liiv
Oh heather, oh blossom,
such a bleak, bleak autumn.
such a bleak, bleak autumn.
Friday, 6 March 2026
To María - Pastora Alomía de Guerrero
Are you leaving for the countryside, my dear friend!
What gift can I offer you upon your departure…?
Only a sad and tender farewell
Is all my love can give you, sweet María!
What gift can I offer you upon your departure…?
Only a sad and tender farewell
Is all my love can give you, sweet María!
Thursday, 5 March 2026
How much Does A Sunset Cost? - Jeremy Tiboth
Slowly, you were becoming indistinguishable from it all.
it only took a glimpse for it to paralyse you
i would have guessed you froze time again
if it weren’t for the golden dust particles dancing
in the sweet summer silence
it only took a glimpse for it to paralyse you
i would have guessed you froze time again
if it weren’t for the golden dust particles dancing
in the sweet summer silence
Wednesday, 4 March 2026
Evening Song - Elisaveta Bagyrana
Тhe rosary of my human days
Is coming unstrung, has come unstrung.
Slipping unstoppable
Through my weary fingers,
Are its black and white beads.
Is coming unstrung, has come unstrung.
Slipping unstoppable
Through my weary fingers,
Are its black and white beads.
Tuesday, 3 March 2026
Dawn of Darkness - Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
I know, I know,
It threatens the common gestures of human bonding
The handshake,
The hug
It threatens the common gestures of human bonding
The handshake,
The hug
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