The Fox And The Grapes - Jean de La Fontaine

Rosy and ripe, and ready to box,
The grapes hang high o'er the hungry Fox.—
He pricks up his ears, and his eye he cocks.

First they came - Martin Niemöller

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

City That Does Not Sleep - Federico Garcia Lorca

In the sky there is nobody asleep.  Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.

Song in the Chalcan Style - Tetlepanquetzanitzin

Lord of the Waters, god and friend,
I weep with anguish at your side.

Other men ride high on horses - Wang Fanzhi

Other men ride high on horses,
A donkey I straddle, poor, poor me.

the sleepers wake inside the dream - Galina Rymbu

the sleepers wake inside the dream, the awakened
doze on iron fainting couches, in the burrows of moles.
the politics of absence plays cards with itself.
inside every sign is a hallway, straight, down which
you walk alone.

The Nine Muses - Publius Annius Florus

Clio records past ages in her prose.
Euterpe's hollow reed makes double sound.

African tears - Nametso Dorothy Phonchi

African tears are beautiful,
We were born crying before we knew time,
Our tears are beautiful like sun rays
like the moon and the stars,

To God - Gregory Nanzianzen

O Thou, the One supreme o’er all!
  For by what other name
May we upon thy greatness call,
  Or celebrate thy fame?

The Boar Hunt (The Hunter and the Hero - Book X) - Bhāravi

The Boar with wondrous strength endowed
     In its deep tusks and mighty jaw, —
As if to tear the firm set rocks, —
     With glaring eyes great Arjun saw!

Pompholyx - Seyi Adigun

If I were not your sister
I would curse you.
If I were not your brethren’s friend
I would cast upon you
a spell.

In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay - Robert Wever

In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the midds of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
    In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

The yellow bittern - Thomas MacDonagh

The yellow bittern that never broke out
In a drinking-bout, might well have drunk;
His bones are thrown on a naked stone
Where he lived alone like a hermit monk.

De Spectaculis.II (Here where, rayed with stars) - Marcus Valerius Martialis

Here where, rayed with stars,
the Colossus^[1] views heaven anear,

A Sketch For A Modern Love Poem - Tadeusz Różewicz

And yet whiteness
can be best described by greyness
a bird by a stone
sunflowers
in december

To the women at the grave - Peter Damian

To the women at the grave,
Tidings sweet the angel gave,
"Christ is risen; haste away,

A Face To Face Encounter With A Lion - Al-Mutanabbi

Behold a rosy lion! when seeking out a lake to drink
His roar resounds as far as the Euphrates and the Nile River
Heavily stained with the blood of his quarries
Attired in the thick hair of his luxurious mane
He seems surrounded by a dense forest

My poet friends - Rafael Felipe Oteriño

My poet friends are like children in an airport:
they run from one counter to another asking for information
they immediately forget,

The King of Noon and the Lord of Bells - Carl Spitteler

The forest opens wide its spacious leafy gate
And through, on puissant steed, the Noon King rides in state.
At the brave sight the sun slackens his proud career,
The mountains stretch their necks, the massy clouds uprear,
Waving their streaming flags athwart the azure dome.

Nature’s Nature - Paramahansa Yogananda

Away, ye muses, all away!
Away with songs of finch and fay.
Away the jaundiced sight
That magnifies the firefly’s light
To bonfire bright;

Upon Green Hills - Sergei Yesenin

Upon green hills wild droves of horses blow
The golden bloom off of the days that go.

Water Song - Solomon Ibn Gabirol

The feats's begun
And the Wine is done,
So my sad tears run
    Like streams of water, streams of water.

Requests - Digby Mackworth-Dolben

I asked for Peace,—
My sins arose
And bound me close,
I could not find release.

Twenty Gallons of Sleep - Agnes L. Storrie

Measure me out from the fathomless tun
  That somewhere or other you keep
In your vasty cellars, O wealthy one,
  Twenty gallons of sleep.

To Dante - Guido Cavalcanti

Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit
  Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find:

Seivin Verses for GMB - William Hershaw

They are fermin the fower winds:
Five grey- stemmed daffodils
on the hill abuin Eynhallow
that whirlmagig air intil pouer.

The battle between Earl Rognvald and Earl Thorfinn - Arnórr Jarlaskáld

I saw both my goldbestowers,
Each the other s henchmen hewing,
On the fitful firth of Pentland;

Hamnavoe Market - George Mackay Brown

They drove to the Market with ringing pockets.

Folster found a girl
Who put wounds on his face and throat,
Small and diagonal, like red doves.