Friday, 5 March 2021

Sin - Forugh Farrokhzad

I have sinned a rapturous sin
in a warm enflamed embrace,
sinned in a pair of vindictive arms,
arms violent and ablaze.

Thursday, 4 March 2021

I Abandoned Her and I Didn’t Know - José Canet

Kneaded between the silver and gold
of serenades
and wild dance parties,
cradled by the sounds
of bandoneons,
this tango was born.

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

She Has Wilted Early - Julia Boutros

This flower … 
has wilted early, 
she’s still pretty, 
she’s still very pretty

Tuesday, 2 March 2021

There Was a Jolly Miller - Isaac Bickerstaffe

There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee;
He danced and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he;

Monday, 1 March 2021

On Julia's Death - Vasily Kapnist

The evening darkness shrouds 
The slumbering world in peace. 
And from her throne of clouds 
Shines Luna through the trees. 

Sunday, 28 February 2021

A story of the great men of the faith - Saadi Shirazi

They relate a story of the great men of the faith. 
Recognizers of the truth of the essence of truth. 

Saturday, 27 February 2021

Friday, 26 February 2021

Mother - Ki Hyung-do

Mother
Is not coming home. She left
for the market, carrying on her head thirty 
stems of young radish to sell. She’s not
coming home. The sun has long
Set. I sit in the room like
A cold ball of uneaten rice in a bowl.

Thursday, 25 February 2021

Bengali women - Joie Bose

perhaps it is how we were raised
always asked to keep our spine straight
to hold our heads high

Wednesday, 24 February 2021

On Easter - August Šenoa

On Easter back then, even now I recall,
The morning sun did toward us veer,
Full of life, of youth, I ran to you all,
Toward my village small and so dear.