A Flock of Birds - Saddiq Dzukogi

    I want to force birds against the sky of my mouth.
               Beating their wings toward that infinity of songs.

Prayer and Blessing (The Hunter and the Hero - Book XII) - Bhāravi

With wonder struck the hero views 
The Lord of hosts in ashes smeared; 
He views the crescent in his locks, 
And bows before the God revered! 

Vondel's Lucifer (Act III, lines 1-120) - Joost van den Vondel

Luciferians. Chorus of Angels
Luciferians:
How oft belief proves but delusive hope!
Alas! how things have changed. We deemed no rank
Than ours more happy in this rising Realm,—
Yea, thought our state even like unto God's own,
More blessed than Earth and e'er unchangeable.—

Land of my Forefathers - Mathalea Ntaote

High in the bosom of snow-crowned mountains,
Where winds sing hymns only peaks know,
The valleys hold whispers of cattle bells,
Silent vow-taking spirits linger where my forefather’s graves lay.

The Clearing - Francisca Stoecklin

I think of you. I think of our hours of love
That we spent, so sweetly, in the wooded depths..
On damp leaves, past earnest firs,
Beech, brown mushrooms on hardly trodden
Paths, we came to a clearing.

Come, keep this Feast - Bishop Nektarios of Aegina

Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere,
And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear.

Mother reads my poems - Ranko Pavlović

Unexpectedly I turned up
In my parents’ house
Once full of joy
And found lonely old woman
Grown into numerous years,
With glasses on her nose
And a book in her hands.

Box of coloured pencils - Nadia Mifsud

you are my cousin, my aunt
you are my brother-in-law, my sister
you are the boy who sat next to me
on the classroom bench

Poem no. 19 - Cyro Pimentel

I hear within me fugitive goddesses
Played on from afar by pastoral stars.

Distinctive face - Anila Bukhari

I was born into a family of beauty and charm,
But I was the odd one out, with a distinctive face.
My hair wasn’t long and black, but short and brown,
My skin was not fair, but a deep shade of brown.