Tuesday, 28 February 2017

The Cry of the Bird - Nimrod

I wanted to be overcome with silence
I abandoned the woman I love

Monday, 27 February 2017

The Persian Bride - Elizabeta Bakovska

You speak to me in a language I don't understand.
Your eyes, a blue we don't have,
called me out of the many
pale women's faces there in Susa.

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Hiccups - Léon Damas

I gulp down seven drinks of water
several times a day
and all in vain
like the criminal to the crime
my childhood returns
in a rousing fit of hiccups

Saturday, 25 February 2017

It's the Dream - Olav H. Hauge

It’s the dream we carry in secret
that something miraculous will happen,

Friday, 24 February 2017

All Passion Concluded - Mirta Rosenberg

Caprices of light
through the top chink
of the shutters
                         and the heat,
the cold like lime and the sun,

Thursday, 23 February 2017

My God - Nyabuoy Gatbel

My God is not a he or she.
My God is not a gender but a spirit.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Snow, Electricity - Luis Chaves

Clothes out to dry
and those clouds.

There’s a new dog
who follows me everywhere
I go. He is here now,
under the table. When it’s storming
out he flattens himself onto the floor and will not be moved.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

How to Fall in Love with an African City - Gbenga Adesina

In time, you too will come to learn dear friend, the soft rustle,
Soft whoosh of affection for a city like a lover like a love song: Nairobi, Abuja, Dakar
throbbing in your ribs: Accra, Harare, Port Novo, carving a place for themselves, to nestle
In spite of yourself in the jar
of things you call loved.

Monday, 20 February 2017

In Your Language - Grigore Vieru

Everybody giggles
In the same old language,
Everybody whimpers
In the same old tongue.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

No father - Pope Urban VIII

Brave Saint, no blandishments of earth
Availed to draw thee from God's love;

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Thank You for Being a Woman - Jémima Fiadjoe-Prince Agbodjan

Thank you for being a woman
For having been born
To know the pain of childbirth;

Friday, 17 February 2017

My beautiful country - Seshie Mauriko

Oh, you beautiful country,
country between sea and territory: I love you.

Thursday, 16 February 2017

In the bird’s long silence I step into the day - Shrinivási

In the bird’s long silence I step into the day
like palm trees their song rustles every which way
clearing the air of a bloody past that once held sway

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Fatherland - Alykul Osmonov

Dress warmer, the road with ice and snow is spread
The winter's severe, the blizzard howls at hand
Your ice chill I take upon my own head
By the road I will wait, stop awhile, my Fatherland!

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Where are you? - Aleksa Šantic

When pearls of dew at night are strewn
On meadow flowers in early bloom,
My bosom starts a longing tune:
“Where are you, where are you?”

Monday, 13 February 2017

Everyday Lament - Augustin Tin Ujević

How hard it is to be weak,
How hard it is to be alone,
And to be old, yet young!

Sunday, 12 February 2017

there is nothing worse - Alain Mabanckou

there is nothing worse
than the grief of black-rhun palms
the sleep of swamps
the silence of passerines

Saturday, 11 February 2017

Letter to the Prime Minister - Bhanubhakta Acharya

Everyday I see kind authorities and they get rid of my worries.
I am at peace and at night I watch dances for free.
I do what my friends - mosquitoes, fleas, and bedbugs - say:
the mosquitoes sing and the ticks dance, I watch their play.

Friday, 10 February 2017

A woman is alone - Aída Cartagena Portalatín

A woman is alone.
Alone with her stature. With her open eyes. With her open arms. With her heart open like a wide silence.

Thursday, 9 February 2017

To Withstand Evil - Mila Haugová

Alfa lives on. She sleeps less.
She hardly dreams. She loves much more.
She blooms in the wastefulness of autumn.
Her sight weakens.

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Date Palm Trinity - Khaled Mattawa

Today the date palms were pruned,
the branches taken before the fruit ripened,
before sweetness littered the sidewalks.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

The Central African Republic - Aimée Yangbadji

Here in CAR, we speak french and the national language which is Sango

Monday, 6 February 2017

Taw Khuarj ceremony - a royal poet of the Lane Xang Dynasty

The highest Then prince Laan Kaap Kham Vaa
Presented himself and spoke before his father,
Then Luang, who afterwards gave orders
To bedeck the mightiest elephants with trappings of gold.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

The nature of Man - Alain de L'Isle

In this world each mortal creature
      Shows our life in form and feature,
      From the very dawn of birth;
Even as in a mirror showeth
      How the man appeareth, groweth,
      And his sad return to earth.

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Only Mothers will Embrace Sorrows - U Sam Oeur

I wade through solitude
to the cottage where we used to
gather to drink rice wine,
enjoying false peace.
I sit under the same palm-leaf roof,
gaze at your chairs
but see no one,
hear only your laughs.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Kawthar: Princess of Mali - Aïda Touré

O Fountain of Immanence,
a gem from the Throne itself,
laid on the two hemispheres
of the Seen and the Unseen,
mystery dancing upon the Waters
of Wisdom from ancient Arabia to Mali,

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Nirat Phu Khao Thong - Sunthorn Phu

Near to, I could smell the King's scent,
Sweetly rend'ring the air at hand:
The King died, tasteless became the land
He died, and scentless my own fate.