This is what I most want
unpursued, alone
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from.
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
The Giraffe - Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Today I see that your look is particularly sad,
And your hands are particularly fragile, clasped over your knees.
Just listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud giraffe.
And your hands are particularly fragile, clasped over your knees.
Just listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud giraffe.
Monday, 28 October 2013
At the Moor - Georg Trakl
Wanderer in the blackened wind. Dry reeds whisper
in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds
ensues in the dawning sky.
Over murky waters they cross.
in the stillness of the moor. A column of savage birds
ensues in the dawning sky.
Over murky waters they cross.
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Evening Song - Matthias Claudius
The moon is risen, beaming,
The golden stars are gleaming
So brightly in the skies;
The hushed, black woods are dreaming,
The mists, like phantoms seeming,
From meadows magically rise.
The golden stars are gleaming
So brightly in the skies;
The hushed, black woods are dreaming,
The mists, like phantoms seeming,
From meadows magically rise.
Saturday, 26 October 2013
The Last Picture in the World - Al Purdy
A hunched gray shape
framed by leaves
with lake water behind
framed by leaves
with lake water behind
Friday, 25 October 2013
I Said It To You - Paul Éluard
I said it to you for the clouds
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
A Bush Christening - A B Banjo Paterson
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
Now it's autumn... - Mihai Eminescu
Now it's autumn, leaves roam and scatter,
Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;
And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.
Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;
And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.
Monday, 21 October 2013
The Weathercock of the Cathedral at Quito - Jorge Carrera Andrade
The cock on the weathervane
Cannot flap his wings
Even though today is a feast.
Cannot flap his wings
Even though today is a feast.
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Last Words - Annette Freün von Droste-Hülshoff
When I am gone, brook no complaining,
Beloved, shed no tears, I pray!
Where I shall dwell, there peace is reigning,
There shines an everlasting day.
Beloved, shed no tears, I pray!
Where I shall dwell, there peace is reigning,
There shines an everlasting day.
Saturday, 19 October 2013
I picked this flower for you - Victor Hugo
I picked this flower for you on the hilltop.
In the steep scarp that overhangs the tide,
Which only eagles know and only they can reach,
Calmly she grew on the rock's creviced side.
In the steep scarp that overhangs the tide,
Which only eagles know and only they can reach,
Calmly she grew on the rock's creviced side.
Friday, 18 October 2013
Nature's Way - Ikkyu
The wise heathens have no knowledge;
They just keep their mind continually set on the Way.
They just keep their mind continually set on the Way.
Thursday, 17 October 2013
The Thracian Filly - Anacreon
Ah tell me why you turn and fly,
My little Thracian filly shy?
Why turn askance
That cruel glance,
And think that such a dunce am I?
My little Thracian filly shy?
Why turn askance
That cruel glance,
And think that such a dunce am I?
Wednesday, 16 October 2013
Evening Tea - Euphrase Kezilahabi
While we're drinking tea on the verandah
watching our children
as they swing joyfully
we ought to know our rope
has frayed and worn thin:
a few more strands and we will fall.
Once, you used to push me
up higher than half a circle;
once, I used to catch you
as you almost fell.
watching our children
as they swing joyfully
we ought to know our rope
has frayed and worn thin:
a few more strands and we will fall.
Once, you used to push me
up higher than half a circle;
once, I used to catch you
as you almost fell.
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
The Breadbaker - Albinas Zukauskas
The millstones are footworn.
The walk is overgrown with grass.
There is no doorsill.
Aspens grow where the cradle once stood.
A bird warbles for the breadbaker.
The walk is overgrown with grass.
There is no doorsill.
Aspens grow where the cradle once stood.
A bird warbles for the breadbaker.
Monday, 14 October 2013
Longing - Mengistu Lemma
The train hauled me out of London —
out of the smoke, the smog, the grime,
the filthy mix of soot and dust —
out of the smoke, the smog, the grime,
the filthy mix of soot and dust —
Sunday, 13 October 2013
Peace - Henry Vaughan
My Soul, there is a country
Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skillful in the wars;
Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skillful in the wars;
Saturday, 12 October 2013
Marseilles - Frédéric Mistral
Thou fair Marseilles, who openest on the sea
Thy haughty eyes and gazest languidly,
Thy haughty eyes and gazest languidly,
Friday, 11 October 2013
The Combat (The Hunter and the Hero - Book XI) - Bhāravi
Towering like a forest tree
Stood the God of the lofty mind,
And his darksome hosts remained
Like his shadow cast behind.
Stood the God of the lofty mind,
And his darksome hosts remained
Like his shadow cast behind.
Thursday, 10 October 2013
Mince and Tatties - J. K. Annand
I dinna like hail tatties
Pit on my plate o mince
For when I tak my denner
I eat them baith at yince.
Pit on my plate o mince
For when I tak my denner
I eat them baith at yince.
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
Fiesole - Giosuè Carducci
Where Fiesole saw from her citadel
The livid Arno once stagnate, the place
Where flowers Sulla's city, now slow of pace
Franciscans climb, recalled by clanging bell.
The livid Arno once stagnate, the place
Where flowers Sulla's city, now slow of pace
Franciscans climb, recalled by clanging bell.
Tuesday, 8 October 2013
These poems, she said - Robert Bringhurst
These poems, these poems,
these poems, she said, are poems
with no love in them.
these poems, she said, are poems
with no love in them.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
When Morning Breaks - Corsino Fortes
Oh when
Oh when the morning breaks
And the night becomes more night
When the morning breaks
With its feet on the ground
And the earth in its heart
When blood flows from the body
Like a tree with open arms
And the seed shouts from the rock
Like a green-mouthed drum
And from that sound
That warrior’s blood
Mouths are born
centred mouths
torn mouths
In the wheel of the sun
Oh when the morning breaks
And the night becomes more night
When the morning breaks
With its feet on the ground
And the earth in its heart
When blood flows from the body
Like a tree with open arms
And the seed shouts from the rock
Like a green-mouthed drum
And from that sound
That warrior’s blood
Mouths are born
centred mouths
torn mouths
In the wheel of the sun
Saturday, 5 October 2013
De Chaos - Gerard Nolst Trenité
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Friday, 4 October 2013
You Still Wonder - John M Wenitong
I know you wonder why - them Abos get so mu$h
Once we could sing and dance and fly man you're really out of touch
We bin seen the white man comin all ran down to say g'day
But he used his guns an know-all eye blew lots of us away
Once we could sing and dance and fly man you're really out of touch
We bin seen the white man comin all ran down to say g'day
But he used his guns an know-all eye blew lots of us away
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Old Canal Waters - Georges Rodenbach
The waters of the old canals are mentally feeble,
so mournful, among the dead towns, along the quais
so mournful, among the dead towns, along the quais
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
The Canoe - Isabella Valancy Crawford
My masters twain made me a bed
Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar;
Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder
Of dreams of rest; and me they spread
With furry skins, and laughing said,
"Now she shall lay her polish'd sides,
As queens do rest, or dainty brides,
Our slender lady of the tides!"
Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar;
Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder
Of dreams of rest; and me they spread
With furry skins, and laughing said,
"Now she shall lay her polish'd sides,
As queens do rest, or dainty brides,
Our slender lady of the tides!"
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
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