Chorus:
Come, my friend, to meet the bride;
let us welcome the Sabbath.
“Observe” and “Remember,” in a single command,
the One God announced to us.
The Lord is One, and his name is One,
for fame, for glory and for praise.
A Collection of Poems
A diverse collection of poems I like.
Sunday, 19 April 2026
Saturday, 18 April 2026
With the Wind - Konstantin Balmont
My soul is borne out on the wind.
Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword.
She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm.
Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword.
She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm.
Friday, 17 April 2026
Farruca - Severo Sarduy
| WITHIN A WHITE CUBE | the body is a volume |
| SUPERIMPOSED EDGES | |
| THE BODY | Opaque dimensions |
Thursday, 16 April 2026
I Greet You - Jan Greshoff
I greet you, neighbor, comrade,
I greet you, hurdy-gurdy man, soldier,
Deliverer, farmer and beggar!
I greet you, blind fiddler!
I greet you, hurdy-gurdy man, soldier,
Deliverer, farmer and beggar!
I greet you, blind fiddler!
Wednesday, 15 April 2026
Sevenfold (A Lamentation) - Ber Kotlerman
Tear your eyes away from the grey news stream
Sit on the floor and weep, and moan, and keen
At the sheer horror, obscene.
Sit on the floor and weep, and moan, and keen
At the sheer horror, obscene.
Tuesday, 14 April 2026
Occupation 1943 - Saadi Youssef
We boys, the neighborhood’s barefoot
We boys, the neighborhood’s naked
We boys of stomachs bloated from eating mud
We boys of teeth porous from eating dates and pumpkin rind
We boys, the neighborhood’s naked
We boys of stomachs bloated from eating mud
We boys of teeth porous from eating dates and pumpkin rind
Monday, 13 April 2026
I Explain a Few Things - Pablo Neruda
Traitorous
generals:
look at my dead house
look at shattered Spain
generals:
look at my dead house
look at shattered Spain
Sunday, 12 April 2026
Passiondale - Rob Esdaile
The ancient emblems of Christ’s death
have become now strangely shrunk.
The forest whence the cross was hewn is no more:
a treeless, birdless, muddy waste stands in its place;
have become now strangely shrunk.
The forest whence the cross was hewn is no more:
a treeless, birdless, muddy waste stands in its place;
Saturday, 11 April 2026
Air Raid - Chinua Achebe
It comes so quickly
the bird of death
from evil forests of Soviet technology
the bird of death
from evil forests of Soviet technology
Friday, 10 April 2026
The wrong rain - Jennifer Vishagan
I feel a longing, to feel
the hug-worthy summer again.
Sleeping under a blanket of smoky fog
that vows to weigh worse
as the winter sways in slow and ruthless.
the hug-worthy summer again.
Sleeping under a blanket of smoky fog
that vows to weigh worse
as the winter sways in slow and ruthless.
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