Daughter of Zeus who sets free, I beseech you, Fortune,
lady of salvation, guard the wide strength of Himera.
By your power are steered fleet ships on the sea,
sudden wars by land, the gatherings heavy
with counsel. Men's hopes, oft in the air,
downward rock again as they shear a heaving sea of lies.
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Tuesday, 31 October 2017
Friday, 27 October 2017
The Dramatic Symphony (extract) - Andrey Bely
- The by-street was bathed in sun. The road was turning white. In place of the sky there hung a gigantic turquoise.
Thursday, 26 October 2017
The Shining Hours (VIII) - Emile Verhaeren
As in the guileless, golden age, my heart
I gave thee, even like an ample flower
That opens in the dew's bright morning hour;
My lips have rested where the frail leaves part.
I gave thee, even like an ample flower
That opens in the dew's bright morning hour;
My lips have rested where the frail leaves part.
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
Bongwi, the Baboon - Royston Dunnachie Campbell
Grown wrinkled in the suns of noon
And mad from yearning on the moon,
With empty eyes and lifted hands
Our ancient father, Bongwi, stands
Sharp-pencilled on the moonlit sky:
And upward sends his dismal cry,
Blending with eddies of the air
Vague fragments of a mumbled prayer,
That shed upon the plains around
Their ghostly sediment of sound.
And mad from yearning on the moon,
With empty eyes and lifted hands
Our ancient father, Bongwi, stands
Sharp-pencilled on the moonlit sky:
And upward sends his dismal cry,
Blending with eddies of the air
Vague fragments of a mumbled prayer,
That shed upon the plains around
Their ghostly sediment of sound.
Tuesday, 24 October 2017
The Breast of the Sea - Syl Cheney-Coker
After our bloody century, the sea will groan
under its weight, somewhere between breasts and anus.
Filled with toxins, her belly will not yield new islands
even though the orphans of East Timor wish it so.
under its weight, somewhere between breasts and anus.
Filled with toxins, her belly will not yield new islands
even though the orphans of East Timor wish it so.
Sunday, 22 October 2017
He whom a dream hath possessed - Sheamus O'Sheel
He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of doubting,
For mist and the blowing of winds and the mouthing of words he scorns;
Not the sinuous speech of schools he hears, but a knightly shouting,
And never comes darkness down, yet he greeteth a million morns.
For mist and the blowing of winds and the mouthing of words he scorns;
Not the sinuous speech of schools he hears, but a knightly shouting,
And never comes darkness down, yet he greeteth a million morns.
Saturday, 21 October 2017
Al-Jilnar - lbn Hani al-Andalusi
In tender age amid green branches
the pomegranate tree’s daughter looked
like the heart of a falcon or of a hawk
the pomegranate tree’s daughter looked
like the heart of a falcon or of a hawk
Friday, 20 October 2017
Thursday, 19 October 2017
Mapmaker - Beatriz Badikian-Gartler
I am Eratosthenes' heir — the librarian
who measured earth. He took an obelisk,
a well, the sun, and made a triangle:
geometry, simple and accurate.
who measured earth. He took an obelisk,
a well, the sun, and made a triangle:
geometry, simple and accurate.
Tuesday, 17 October 2017
Sunday, 15 October 2017
The Hour - Samuel Hanagid
She said: “Be happy that God has helped you reach
The age of fifty in this world,” not knowing
That to me there is no difference between my life’s
Past and that of Noah about whom I heard.
The age of fifty in this world,” not knowing
That to me there is no difference between my life’s
Past and that of Noah about whom I heard.
Saturday, 14 October 2017
Boy on a swing - Oswald Mtshali
Slowly he moves
to and fro, to and fro,
then faster and faster
he swishes up and down.
to and fro, to and fro,
then faster and faster
he swishes up and down.
Friday, 13 October 2017
History - Antonio Preciado Bedoya
Honey flowed everywhere; but that day
they gave it to me
with a rifle
they gave it to me
with a rifle
Thursday, 12 October 2017
An Attempt to Await - Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
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Which awaits which?
Does the sun await the street?
Or does the street await the people:
The simpletons and the beggars?
Wednesday, 11 October 2017
Koha - Glenn Colquhoun
Aunty Kare gave me her recipe for making steamed-pudding.
She sits with me in church.
She sits with me in church.
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
Monday, 9 October 2017
I do - Steve Page
Ignore the lyrics:
You can't pursue love.
You don't find love.
Love's not a thing to be kept or had;
You can't pursue love.
You don't find love.
Love's not a thing to be kept or had;
Wednesday, 4 October 2017
The Heron Who Was Hard To Please - Jean de La Fontaine
A long-legged Heron, with long neck and beak,
Set out for a stroll by the bank of a creek.
Set out for a stroll by the bank of a creek.
Tuesday, 3 October 2017
Going down there - Phillippa Yaa de Villiers
This is a letter scratched out by candlelight:
I leave it for all those who are also
confined, painfully pressed, split open.
I leave it for all those who are also
confined, painfully pressed, split open.
Sunday, 1 October 2017
Dies Irae - Thomas of Celano
That day of wrath, that dreadful day.
Shall the whole world in ashes lay,
As David and the Sibyls say.
Shall the whole world in ashes lay,
As David and the Sibyls say.