We Both Are Here, Again - Jibanananda Das

We both are here, again,
in memory of sound bird’s river of light.
Thought we both are
Egyptian mummies.

Passing trains - Aksinia Mihaylova

                                             to my brother
 
Everything is still the same
after the midpoint of our lives just passed-
we buy apples
at the market next to the train station,

Small house and quiet roof tree - Petronius Arbiter

Small house and quiet roof tree, shadowing elm,
Grapes on the vine and cherries ripening,
Red apples in the orchard, Pallas' tree
Breaking with olives, and well-watered earth,

Everlasting Rainbow - Hidhaya Efram

A light that lit all hearts
A sun in everyone's sky
And angel a king and a star that shone
A guiding light for humanity

Mitumba - Sam Mbure

Mitumba too mitumba too mitumba too mitoo
like butterflies that can’t fly
mitumba's here, mitumba's there
Mitumba’s everywhere

Fountains - L. Onerva

Glittering bright, streaming in swirls
flow night-deep fountains of tears,
rolling in streams as golden pearls,
ancient remains of my happy years.

Liber III: Ye Venuses and Cupids mourn, - Catullus

Ye Venuses and Cupids mourn,
Ye whom the graces most adorn.
Come, and your tears of sorrow shed:
My Lesbia's little bird is dead—

White Blindness - Pireeni Sundaralingam

My country is a white blindness,
an absence of newsprint,
a vacuum of words,
the falling snow of radio static.

Psalm 1 - Ezra

Happy is the man
    who does not follow the advice of the wicked,
nor take his stand on the sinner's road,
    nor sit at ease among the scornful.
But his delight is in the teaching of the Lord,
    reflecting on His teaching day and night.

Tail and Coma of Augustine Confessions - Celia Sorhaindo

Tail and Coma of Augustine Confessions

Go! Go hide that joy, boy:
Spread your bony fingers across
wide smile; smother and stifle
escaping giggles.