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Sunday, 17 October 2021

Thank you, Lord, for all your goodness - August L. Storm

Thank you, Lord, for all your goodness
Through the years of yesterday;
Thank you, too, for present mercies
And your blessing on my way.

Saturday, 16 October 2021

The Collapse of Power - Saw Wai

under this sha-manic sky
with its favourable spirits and forks of lightning
why do unknown numbers
dance into obscurity?

Armstrong! oh Armstrong!
are there multi-coloured cauldrons
in the centre of your iris?
how sublime your iris!

truly 
in this most totemic of pressure-cookers
there is: 
 no Thomas Edison
 no Kanaung prince
 no Thein Pe Myint
 no Jack London
 no Vincent Van Gogh
 no Paw Oo Thet
 no Saya Zawgyi
 no Rabindranath Tagore
 no John Lennon
 no Myoma Nyein
 no collegian Ne Win
 no Robert Redford
 no Harold Robbins
 no Ahtoutthaw Hla Aung
 no Thakhin Aung San
 no nothing is there
 no nothing 
 no 
 everything

look!
(in the cauldron of dreamtime)
how these bubbling mists
of a jungle imagination
are demented and embellished
by the red of

first light

Saw Wai [U Saw Wei] (20th century) Myanmar
Translated by Niall McDevitt.
Source: National Poetry Library (From The Wolf No 17 (Spring 2008))

Friday, 15 October 2021

Old Surrealist Ballad - José Lezama Lima

When the rivulet swells with lashing
snaketails and the piano with its backside turned
displays its shoes shining like the night

Thursday, 14 October 2021

Wednesday, 13 October 2021

The Chicken-seller - Han Dong

He's got the knack for killing chickens quick, so
He became a chicken-seller, that way
He doesn't need to kill people. Even though he acts
Calm and gentle, and never beats his wife

Tuesday, 12 October 2021

Whoever Comes From The Earth - Nelly Sachs

Whoever
comes from the Earth
reaching for the moon
or
other heavenly mineral flower –
will soar high

Monday, 11 October 2021

The Emigrant - Ndue Ukaj

He has only questions, his answers so very timid
In dirty pockets with concreted nostalgia.
He has only memories that surround his neck
Like the millstone they shake him one step forward and a few backward,
While caressing in torrential waterfall,
And kidnapping the time which he never sees.

Sunday, 10 October 2021

I Have forgotten - Milarepa

May I be far removed from contending creeds and dogmas.
Ever since my Lord’s grace entered my mind,
My mind has never strayed to seek such distractions.
Accustomed long to contemplating love and compassion,
I have forgotten all difference between myself and others.

Saturday, 9 October 2021

Friday, 8 October 2021

My Mother - Franco Leoni

She was beautiful, my mother, just 23, that 29th September.
Her face was gentle, calm, my beautiful mother.