Woman I’ve lived with
Woman I live with
Woman I’ll live with
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Man forgets - Sri Chinmoy
Man forgets. God forgives.
Man forgets God's Truth. God forgives man's ignorance.
Man forgets God's Truth. God forgives man's ignorance.
Saturday, 27 September 2014
from: The Nymph of the Luo River - Cao Zhi
All at once she straightens herself
Skipping this way and that.
Skipping this way and that.
Friday, 26 September 2014
Of Work and Wealth - Masolino da Todi
A man should hold in very dear esteem
The first possession that his labours gain'd;
For, though great riches be at length attain'd,
From that first mite they were increased to him.
The first possession that his labours gain'd;
For, though great riches be at length attain'd,
From that first mite they were increased to him.
Monday, 22 September 2014
No one can please forever - Zhang Hua
No one can please forever; affection cannot be for one alone;
if it be so, it will one day end in disgust.
if it be so, it will one day end in disgust.
Sunday, 21 September 2014
Blessings - Katharine Tynan
God bless the little orchard brown
Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
Soon in a white and rosy gown
The trees will give great praise.
Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
Soon in a white and rosy gown
The trees will give great praise.
Saturday, 20 September 2014
A Farmhouse on the Wei River - Wang Wei
In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;
Friday, 19 September 2014
How can someone separate you from me - Bihari Lal
How can someone separate you from me: your soul from mine?
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
The Shining Hours (XXI) - Emile Verhaeren
In hours like these, when through our dream of bliss
So far from all things not ourselves we move,
What lustral blood, what baptism is this
That bathes our hearts, straining toward perfect love?
So far from all things not ourselves we move,
What lustral blood, what baptism is this
That bathes our hearts, straining toward perfect love?
Monday, 15 September 2014
Le Cimetière Marin - Paul Valéry
The sail of doves this tranquil roof assumes
palpitates through pines trees and the tombs.
Imperturbable midday, of fire
and sea, the sea beginning each occasion
to bring such riches in from contemplation:
great settlements of calm the gods inspire.
palpitates through pines trees and the tombs.
Imperturbable midday, of fire
and sea, the sea beginning each occasion
to bring such riches in from contemplation:
great settlements of calm the gods inspire.
Sunday, 14 September 2014
Thee will I love, my strength, my tower - Johann Scheffler
Thee will I love, my strength, my tower;
Thee will I love, my hope, my joy;
Thee will I love with all my power,
With ardour time will ne’er destroy.
Thee will I love, O light divine,
So long as life is mine.
Thee will I love, my hope, my joy;
Thee will I love with all my power,
With ardour time will ne’er destroy.
Thee will I love, O light divine,
So long as life is mine.
Saturday, 13 September 2014
I am the tree... - Dennis Vincent Brutus
I am the tree
creaking in the wind
outside in the night
twisted and stubborn:
creaking in the wind
outside in the night
twisted and stubborn:
Friday, 12 September 2014
The Factory Girl - John Arthur Phillips
She wasn't the least bit pretty,
And only the least bit gay;
And she walked with a firm elastic tread,
In a business-like kind of way.
Her dress was of coarse, brown woollen,
Plainly but neatly made,
Trimmed with some common ribbon
Or cheaper kind of braid;
And a hat with a broken feather,
And shawl of a modest plaid.
And only the least bit gay;
And she walked with a firm elastic tread,
In a business-like kind of way.
Her dress was of coarse, brown woollen,
Plainly but neatly made,
Trimmed with some common ribbon
Or cheaper kind of braid;
And a hat with a broken feather,
And shawl of a modest plaid.
Thursday, 11 September 2014
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains - Jalal al-Din Rumi
Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,
Lamenting its banishment from its home:—
Lamenting its banishment from its home:—
Wednesday, 10 September 2014
Taste - Caasha Lul Mohamud Yusuf
If this poem isn't free of flaws or clunkiness,
if it contains disharmony or defects,
if it doesn't illuminate what's hidden
and isn't used to staunch old injuries,
its verses won't nourish, are a withered breast.
Let me recite this with spirit. It's night; it's time.
if it contains disharmony or defects,
if it doesn't illuminate what's hidden
and isn't used to staunch old injuries,
its verses won't nourish, are a withered breast.
Let me recite this with spirit. It's night; it's time.
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
The Poem’s Gift - Stéphane Mallarmé
I bring you the child of an Idumean night!
Black, with pale naked bleeding wings, Light
Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,
Black, with pale naked bleeding wings, Light
Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,
Monday, 8 September 2014
Sheep - W.H. Davies
When I was once in Baltimore
A man came up to me and cried,
"Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we will sail on Tuesday's tide.
A man came up to me and cried,
"Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we will sail on Tuesday's tide.
Sunday, 7 September 2014
Vondel's Lucifer (Act I, lines 1-26) - Joost van den Vondel
Belzebub:
My Belial hence hath sped on aery wings
To see where lingers our Apollion,
My Belial hence hath sped on aery wings
To see where lingers our Apollion,
Saturday, 6 September 2014
The Prayer of the Giraffe - Carmen Bernos de Gasztold
Lord,
I who see the world from above
find it hard to get used to its pettiness.
I who see the world from above
find it hard to get used to its pettiness.
Friday, 5 September 2014
Wullie Waggletail - William Soutar
Wee wullie waggletail, what is a’ your stishie?
Tak a sowp o’ water and coorie on a stane:
Tak a sowp o’ water and coorie on a stane:
Thursday, 4 September 2014
Paris Latin Quarter - Femi Osofisan
Sweet Marie-Anne, she thought
Being French, intellectual and brunette
Entitled her, in any Parisian cafe
To prompt service—and she was
Being French, intellectual and brunette
Entitled her, in any Parisian cafe
To prompt service—and she was
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
Namibia - Dorian Haarhoff
wild west land
holster in the hip of Africa
strung on the studded belt of Capricorn.
holster in the hip of Africa
strung on the studded belt of Capricorn.
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
To be read in the morning and at night - Bertold Brecht
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
Has told me
That he needs me.
Monday, 1 September 2014
I Have Forsworn You - Anne Ranasinghe
I have forsworn you, closed all memory;
I work and eat, listen to music, sleep,
Walk in the garden, watch the changing moon
Pretending that I have no need of you.
I work and eat, listen to music, sleep,
Walk in the garden, watch the changing moon
Pretending that I have no need of you.
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