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.

The Archer - Zahrad

It is a sharp, shining
cupid's point I aim
at your heart and draw

Loch Uisk, Isle Of Mull - John Campbell

Yon vale among the mountains,
So sheltered from the sea,
That lake which lies so lonely,
Shall tell their tale to thee.

Fable of Hawk and Nightingale - Hesiod

And now I will tell a fable for princes who themselves understand. 
Thus said the hawk to the nightingale with speckled neck, 
while he carried her high up among the clouds, gripped fast in his talons, 
and she, pierced by his crooked talons, cried pitifully. 

Eclipses - Ribka Sibhatu

There are people who starve to death,
others who sleep rough in the winter

Time - Canisius Filibert

Long ago my
Ancestors knew time
They counted moons
They watched sunrises
No one needed hours
Nor tiny little seconds
Days were enough