Tell me, why are you so sad today?
You have always been so merry and gay!
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Monday, 30 March 2015
You Have to Fear the Rose - Rafal Wojaczek
You have to fear the rose; it is the mouth
of the wound that bleeds continually inside you.
of the wound that bleeds continually inside you.
Sunday, 29 March 2015
The Coronation - John O’Donohue
It was a long time ago in another land.
Who could tell how it really was before belief
Came towards you with a hunger that could not see you
Except against white air cleansed of the shadow of earth?
Who could tell how it really was before belief
Came towards you with a hunger that could not see you
Except against white air cleansed of the shadow of earth?
Saturday, 28 March 2015
A path in the woods - Anna Kamienska
I don’t trust the truth of memories
because what leaves us
departs forever
because what leaves us
departs forever
Friday, 27 March 2015
Melody - Rabbe Enckell
A bird’s warble flies
like a swivel-bait cast over waves.
like a swivel-bait cast over waves.
Thursday, 26 March 2015
The Lover - Solveig von Schoultz
My eyes want to kiss your face.
I have no power over my eyes.
I have no power over my eyes.
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
La Chanson du Mal-Aimé - Guillaume Apollinaire
To Paul Léautaud
I was singing this refrain
in nineteen three, not knowing my
love and phoenix were the same,
and if they fled the evening sky
they were reborn when morning came.
One night of London fog and flame
a ne'er do well resembling my
love was passing: up he came
and showed me such a knowing eye
it made me lower mine in shame.
I was singing this refrain
in nineteen three, not knowing my
love and phoenix were the same,
and if they fled the evening sky
they were reborn when morning came.
One night of London fog and flame
a ne'er do well resembling my
love was passing: up he came
and showed me such a knowing eye
it made me lower mine in shame.
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Those Who Carry - Anna Kamienska
Those who carry pianos
to the tenth floor wardrobes and coffins
to the tenth floor wardrobes and coffins
Saturday, 21 March 2015
Prague: The Golden City - Michel Galiana
Songs of gold, songs of blood used to lull your children:
A captive with his lute overpowered a fortress,
A man ever fighting in spite of his blindness,
A prophet whose cause was pleaded by martyrdom.
A captive with his lute overpowered a fortress,
A man ever fighting in spite of his blindness,
A prophet whose cause was pleaded by martyrdom.
Friday, 20 March 2015
Growth - Nora May French
I twine you, little trellis, close and fond,
And swing in wistful threads above, beyond,
For air and space to bloom. Be it so.
Ah me! I love you, but the plant must grow.
And swing in wistful threads above, beyond,
For air and space to bloom. Be it so.
Ah me! I love you, but the plant must grow.
Thursday, 19 March 2015
Miguel - Cesar Vallejo
I'm sitting here on the old patio
beside your absence. It is a black well.
beside your absence. It is a black well.
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Among us all - Charles Pierre Baudelaire
It is essential to be drunk all the time.
That’s all: there’s no other problem.
That’s all: there’s no other problem.
Sunday, 15 March 2015
The Light Gatherer - Carol Ann Duffy
When you were small, your cupped palms
each held a candleworth under the skin, enough light to begin,
and as you grew,
light gathered in you, two clear raindrops
in your eyes,
warm pearls, shy,
in the lobes of your ears, even always
the light of a smile after your tears.
each held a candleworth under the skin, enough light to begin,
and as you grew,
light gathered in you, two clear raindrops
in your eyes,
warm pearls, shy,
in the lobes of your ears, even always
the light of a smile after your tears.
Saturday, 14 March 2015
SINGER(TM) - Joumana-Jo Haddad
Could it be that the old sewing
machine
my mother gave me
would finally come in handy?
Friday, 13 March 2015
Grape Vine - Hale Tsehlana
I heard from the grapevine
that your mother is a witch.
they say this was not a natural death
This man was bewitched.
that your mother is a witch.
they say this was not a natural death
This man was bewitched.
Thursday, 12 March 2015
Winter song - Juan Ramón Jimenez
They sing. They sing.
Where do the birds sing, the birds that sing?
Where do the birds sing, the birds that sing?
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
The Leaden Echo (from Maidens’ song from St. Winefred’s Well) - Gerard Manley Hopkins
How to kéep—is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep
Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, … from vanishing away?
Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, … from vanishing away?
Tuesday, 10 March 2015
The Violet - Ludvig Holstein
Sweet flower mine! My little bird!
I see you from my lonely shade.
I see you from my lonely shade.
Sunday, 8 March 2015
Nicaea - Gerhard Fritsch
From the Council the Creed.
From the Emperors the wall.
From the Seljuks tiled mosques.
From the Emperors the wall.
From the Seljuks tiled mosques.
Saturday, 7 March 2015
Three Professors - Ludwig Fulda
The first professor split a hair
And lectured as it withered there.
And lectured as it withered there.
Friday, 6 March 2015
Albert And His Savings - Marriott Edgar
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom
To see 'ow much money 'e'd got
Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole
And fiddled and fished out the lot.
To see 'ow much money 'e'd got
Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole
And fiddled and fished out the lot.
Thursday, 5 March 2015
The Storm - Anais Nin
In the country, the trees bend
Under the weight of the rain
That is falling in huge drops, under the name cheater,
Under the weight of the rain
That is falling in huge drops, under the name cheater,
Tuesday, 3 March 2015
Swimming Ool - Kenn Nesbitt
Swimming in the swimming pool
is where I like to “B,”
is where I like to “B,”
Monday, 2 March 2015
That pastry and coffee house in Como - Giampiero Neri
That pastry and coffee house in Como
the teenager actress, hope of our theatre,
had often patronized,
the teenager actress, hope of our theatre,
had often patronized,
Sunday, 1 March 2015
Christ Has No Body - St Teresa of Ávila
Christ has no body but yours,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
No hands, no feet on earth but yours,
Yours are the eyes with which he looks
Compassion on this world,
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