Tuesday, 31 December 2019

31 December 1999 - Ian Mortimer

Pick a year, any year -
and the chances are that I cannot remember
where I was on New Year's Eve
except this year. I was in the square
dancing with my mother who was
drunk for the first time since 1966.

Monday, 30 December 2019

To the Serpent - Aimé Césaire

I have had occasion in the bewilderment of cities to search for the right animal to adore. So I worked my way back to the first times. Undoing cycles untying knots crushing plots removing covers killing hostages I searched.

Sunday, 29 December 2019

To One Sick - Jose Asuncion Silva

So you go too? So you’re weak?
So you lack the breath of life and thirst
For the pure air, the wild auroras?

Saturday, 28 December 2019

Hope - Fenny Sterenborg

Arduous days and nothing to believe in
and now even I understand the stubbornness of grief

Thursday, 26 December 2019

De Profundis - Georg Trakl

There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
There is a hissing wind which haunts deserted huts—
How sad this evening.

Saturday, 21 December 2019

Misaddress - Glennise Ayuk

the popular opinion hovers like a low stratus cloud,
a cumbersome disguise cloaks unwieldy
on the hearts and heads of the girls and women,
made increasingly so by raindrops of shame
that soak in,

Friday, 20 December 2019

Sunset - Ivan Theofilov

          Oh how I love the joyful sunset
          that comes like an antique vendor
          of shawls and coral bracelets,
of music, wood carvings and colored dusk!

Thursday, 19 December 2019

The Shot - Ogundare Tope

each line
on her face is
a story of war,
each crease
tells of battles
fought and lost,
wounds brandished,
hope taken captive.

Wednesday, 18 December 2019

Lines to Haroun and Yahia - Isaac Al Mouseli

Th' affrighted sun ere while he fled,
    And hid his radiant face in night;
A cheerless gloom the world o'erspread
    But Haroun came and all was bright.

Tuesday, 17 December 2019

Absentee Husband - Denny Moonde

Its late in the night has he called you yet?
Is he heaven sent?
How can love be absent?
Is what you share fair and decent?

Monday, 16 December 2019

Circle of women - Hilda Twongyeirwe

Your head is a hive,
you are not sure you will survive.
Women form a circle around you
In their eyes, your stories flow like The Nile.
They collect them
and hand you the cup.

Sunday, 15 December 2019

Oh Mother of God - Fairuz

Oh mother of God, oh compassionate one
Oh treasure of mercy and assistance
You are our refuge and our hopes
Intercede on our behalf, oh virgin
Feel pity for our deaths

Saturday, 14 December 2019

Crossing The Fog - Satish Verma

To undo, what I had
not done.
When you will not give―
me your scars.

Friday, 13 December 2019

The triumph of the victor - Nicholas Gordon

The triumph of the victor means
The losses have begun.
To be well-nigh invincible
Is to be on the run.

Thursday, 12 December 2019

Ballads North and South, No. 1 - Claudia Lars

For many years I couldn’t choose
the land of my song.
Two lands, throbbing within,
were mystery and gift.

Sunday, 8 December 2019

Jesus the King - Jordan Legaspi

You are the King of kings
born in a manger
to offer the beautiful place for us

Friday, 6 December 2019

Hunger - Jared Angira

The maize will grow
once when
long rains have come

Thursday, 5 December 2019

Pepsi Cola - Hubert Matiúwàa

One Sunday a man arrived
to sell black water
that glistened like a riverstone.

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

The True Life - Tibullus

Let other men gather bright gold to themselves
and own many acres of well-ploughed soil,
let endless worry trouble them, with enemies nearby,
and the peals of the war-trumpets driving away sleep:

Tuesday, 3 December 2019

The Lusiad (extract from Book V: Cape of Storms) - Luís Vas de Camões

I spoke;—when, rising through the darkened air,
Appalled we saw an hideous phantom glare;
High and enormous o’er the flood he towered,
And thwart our way with sullen aspect lowered.
An earthly paleness o’er his cheeks was spread;

Monday, 2 December 2019

A person is reflected by the whirlpool - Ekaterina Boyarskikh

A person is reflected by the whirlpool, not the face
in the intelligent Angar, crazy January water.

Sunday, 1 December 2019

Ten Warnings to the Congregation - Jakushitsu Genkō

1. Always bear in mind that life, whose gravest problems are birth and death, is impermanent.

Saturday, 30 November 2019

The Flute - Naim Frashëri

Listen to the flute a-speaking,
Tell the tale of wretched exile,
Weeping for this world of sorrow
Using words of truth to spin it.

Friday, 29 November 2019

Which is which? - Val Sengebau

Who am I?
Where am I?
I can't seem to find the answers.
I don't know where I belong.
I don't know where to go.

Thursday, 28 November 2019

The Bird and the Storm-Cloud - Pamelia Sarah Yule

Little bird, is that thy sphere,
Yonder threat'ning cloud so near?
Sunbeams blaze along its brow,
Yet what darkness reigns below!

Wednesday, 27 November 2019

Climbing Long-View Mountain’s Highest Peak - Meng Hao-jan

Rivers and mountains beyond the form seen:
Hsiang-yang’s beauty brings them in reach,

Tuesday, 26 November 2019

The white lilies - Luis de Góngora y Argote

The white lilies, children of the Sun,
That Spring grants us from age to age,

Monday, 25 November 2019

Your Song Resounded - Clemens Brentano

Your song resounded. I heard it
Drawn to the moon through roses:

Sunday, 24 November 2019

Raga Asa - Baba Sheikh Farid

True lovers are those
who love with all their hearts.
Those who think of another,
speak of another
are called false lovers.

Saturday, 23 November 2019

Quotes - Brigitte Fuchs

All rivers flow to the sea the sea
never fills up. Also the woman. And the
sun. Racing back to the place out of
breath. Attempting anew to be woman

Friday, 22 November 2019

That Is Autumn - Theodor Storm

That is autumn; leaves are flying
Through branches naked to the wild;
The ship is rocking, sails are swelling-
Farewell you charming shipborn child.

Thursday, 21 November 2019

Kudu - Gaarriye

My father told me this story
when I was a child. We sat
in the shade of a tree and he began:

Wednesday, 20 November 2019

Kill Me, My Faithful Friends - Mansur Al-Hallaj

Kill me, my faithful friends,
For in my being killed is my life.

Tuesday, 19 November 2019

More Than Myself - Anne Sexton

Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;

Sunday, 17 November 2019

The Glorious New Creation - Isaiah

For I am about to create new heavens
   and a new earth;
the former things shall not be remembered
   or come to mind.

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Repulsive being - Juan Rodolfo Wilcock

Repulsive being, you merit
Your verbal acquaintance with grief
Unlike the ants, unlike the porcupine.

Friday, 15 November 2019

Lisis - Dina Bellrham

i’d like you to feel
the pain of the branches,
the hunger of the train as it passes,
the cry of the girl
when the dolls are raped

Thursday, 14 November 2019

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Tuesday, 12 November 2019

At the river crossing - Jim Pascual Agustin

Rocks and boulders
smoothed to roundness by the relentless
rushing of cold mountain waters,
please keep my daughters’
little feet on your firm backs.

Monday, 11 November 2019

New days are like the changing of water - Nene Giorgadze

New days are like the changing of water.
It’s evening and from far away you see
people’s withering ikebana flowers

Sunday, 10 November 2019

Credo - Romain Rolland and Edmond Bordeaux Szekely

We believe that our most precious possession is Life.
We believe we shall mobilize all the forces of Life against the forces of death.

Saturday, 9 November 2019

The Missing Language - Zafer Şenocak

the cold days are counted up
the snow has stopped
and turned
into snow made of paper

Friday, 8 November 2019

Thursday, 7 November 2019

Elephant - Anonymous

Elephant who brings death. Elephant, a spirit in the bush.
With his single hand he can pull two palm trees to the ground.

Wednesday, 6 November 2019

Mis-using - Mtendere Alice Kishindo

Set myself on fire
Let the synthetic melt
The acrylic burn
And all this fat sizzle

Tuesday, 5 November 2019

I know I can - Esther Mbale

Growing up,
I accepted what society gave me
I accepted that women should lean on men
It was normal seeing a man beat his wife

Monday, 4 November 2019

Dâri - Oumougna de Dantchandou

I dreamed last night
That Dâri de Tchiga was advising me

Sunday, 3 November 2019

The Very Self of the Self - Aïda Touré

Peel the golden layer off of you,
lo! Another one appears,
you are made of bouncy
luxurious particles
that ever reach for love,

Friday, 1 November 2019

Bamako! - António Agostinho Neto

Bamako
               Where the truth dropping on the leaf’s sheen
                  unites with the freshness of men
                     like strong roots under the warm surface of the soil
                        and where grow love and future
                           fertilised in the generosity of the Niger
                              shaded by the immensity of the Congo
                                 to the shim of the African breeze of hearts

Thursday, 31 October 2019

Other Banks - Fatma Krouma

I love you more in temperate climates
away from the killing sun
and the long and boring Sundays.

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

The meaning of the Circus - Tène Youssouf Gueye

Distant carillons  of the Great Copper Clock
veiled echoes of bugles and the song of crowds (choir of
great communal feasts, syncopated applause descending
into the depths along green abysses)
we climb back up the dreams to the blue height of stars
all the way to the sonorous circus tiers
resplendent in light.

Tuesday, 29 October 2019

Drowning - Tsebo Makakole

Scared and frustrated,
Ke tšohile batsoali,1
What are they going to say,
When I tell them?
My wallet all wet,
Containing my money
And my bank account cards.

Monday, 28 October 2019

Not My Business - Niyi Osundare

They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.

Sunday, 27 October 2019

Two Strangers - Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva

One Sunday in December,
Two strangers met in church.
The Pastor talked about Salvation
and hope.
Then he told the church to join hands
And pray.
Rwabambarussshii shpirit, Jeshushhhhhh

Saturday, 26 October 2019

corner pritchard - Siza Nkosi

corner pritchard
has a salon not wider
than the backroom of a house
in mzimhlophe

Friday, 25 October 2019

People in tall buildings - Rethabile Masilo

You see those people in the tall buildings, at their windows,
looking at a sky between whose seams a swallow with her beak
sews patches of blue into place?

Thursday, 24 October 2019

The Rank - Thato Angela Chuma

The city pours itself here;
within the damp smell of roasting maize,
sweat,
and the snores of taxis and combis
travelling on half-dressed roads.

Wednesday, 23 October 2019

Stank with Sweat - Nana Nyarko Boateng

The brave face
I wear is never washed
It stinks with sweat
my mother’s and mine

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

the inferior - Nanche Billa Robert

we bounced out of the egg
in a minuscule zone
                              worth
                                             wealth
                                                             in a miniature of Africa

Monday, 21 October 2019

Pay attention when it comes - Caroline Anande Uliwa

In the ring of romantic love
There’s a new language
Symbolism with great vantage

Friday, 18 October 2019

In two ways have I loved Thee - Rabi’a of Basri

In two ways have I loved Thee: selfishly,
And with a love that worthy is of Thee.

Thursday, 17 October 2019

Lines on Wood - Limam Boicha

As I listened to that old and beautiful song
its fine words were baptised by the flames
igniting the bonfire of this poem

Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Kaidara (excerpt) - Amadou Hampâté Bâ

When the Great Forger of the skies reached his forge,
he plied his bellows till the forge came alight.

Tuesday, 15 October 2019

More rich taints yer! - Mamoudou Lamine Kane

At Nouakchott’s reddened intersections,
Baseless arrogance behind each wheel
Pouring down pot-holed roads
Towards who knows what hazy occupations.

Sunday, 13 October 2019

Saturday, 12 October 2019

Debtors’ Lane (with Drums & Ogene) - Christopher Okigbo

A & B: This is debtors’ lane, this is
the new haven, where wrinkled faces
watch the wall clock strike each hour
in a dry cellar.

Friday, 11 October 2019

Hashtag - Davina Philomena Kawuma

Headphones edged with brio,
bulging over skirted sofas.
Sport is the new sex.

Thursday, 10 October 2019

Run, Heart, Run - Efemia Chela

I exercise this muscle in my chest
with bad love, fake affection.

Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Civilian and Soldier - Wole Soyinka

My apparition rose from the fall of lead,
Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served
To aggravate your fright. For how could I
Have risen, a being of this world, in that hour
Of impartial death! And I thought also: nor is
Your quarrel of this world.

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Departure - Chaman Lall

I
This wind sighing recalls certain things.
I warned you:
Beware of it:
Passion has wings;

Monday, 7 October 2019

But who’s the one to bell the cat? - Eustache Deschamps

Among the mice, so runs the tale,
a brilliant convocation sat
against their enemy the cat

Sunday, 6 October 2019

Where I Wander - Levi Yitzchak

Where I wander – you!
Where I ponder – You!
Only You, You again, always You!

Saturday, 5 October 2019

Question - Marie Under

We saw those berries, over-ripe and glowing,
in weak and tepid light of the October sun
persisting red as blood, in right full-growing,
without much inkling of the winter clouds to come.

Friday, 4 October 2019

The Joy of Life - Metrodorus

Hold every path of life.
In the market-place are honours and prudent dealings,
in the house rest;

Thursday, 3 October 2019

We are Brothers - Mugurditch Beshiktashlian

From glorious Nature’s myriad tongues
Though songs be breathed by lips of love,
And though the maiden’s fingers fair
Across the thrilling harp-strings rove,
Of all earth’s sounds, there is no other
So lovely as the name of brother.

Wednesday, 2 October 2019

the Prudish Parent - Sylvanus Barnes

And so it came—
The fateful day, the dreaded moment
Which no shrinking parent can postpone.

Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Adhiambo - Gabriel Okara

I hear many voices
like it's said a madman hears;
I hear trees talking
like it's said a medicine man hears.

Monday, 30 September 2019

May You Be Happy This Morning, Worn Traces! - Imru' al-Qais

How many a day, a night I'd spend
with a woman, stark as a statue outlined,
her face aglow as she turns to her mate
like softly radiant candle light;

Sunday, 29 September 2019

Love is Lord of All - Boethius

Why are Nature's changes bound
To a fixed and ordered round?
What to leaguèd peace hath bent
Every warring element?

Saturday, 28 September 2019

Song of Antiquity - Maironis

Word is here, from as far as Vilnius: Saddle the steed.
In Marienburg Teutonic knights move to destroy us.
Goodbye, dear heart, my sister! Be still. Wait for me.
     If I not perish, I shall return, joyous.

Friday, 27 September 2019

A pretty tale of Pakistan: I. The First Shot - N.V. Thadani

When comets trail across the sky.
Great men are born — some day to die:
Portents of a mighty fate,
To raise a man or ruin a state!

Thursday, 26 September 2019

Sumatra - Miloš Crnjanski‎

Now we are carefree, light and tender.
We just think: how quiet are the snowy
peaks of the Urals.

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

On the Caprices of Fortune - Shems Almaali Cabus

Why should I blush that Fortune's frown
  Dooms me life's humble paths to tread?
To live unheeded and unknown!
  To sink forgotten to the dead!

Tuesday, 24 September 2019

Vashti - Bhekumuzi Tshuma

I came to you with my heart,
As a loving shepherd,
An innocent lamb did I come;

Monday, 23 September 2019

A Watermill Beneath the Bed - Rosa Alice Branco

The mosquito net hangs over the white bedspread.
There is a rapids flowing right beneath the bed
and it drags us through the dizzying histories of water.

Sunday, 22 September 2019

O Holy Ghost! Thy heavenly dew - John Caspar Lavatar

O Holy Ghost! Thy heavenly dew
The hearts of sinners can renew;
Thou dost within our breasts abide,
And still to holy actions guide.

Saturday, 21 September 2019

The Spider in the Holiday House Motel - José Emilio Pacheco

The spider’s been here.

Quick as a will-o-the-wisp,
tiny as a flea the spider scaled-down,
her final reduction to an almost microbial being.

Friday, 20 September 2019

Moroni - Mab Elhad

The Moon’s disc emerges slowly,
Atop the Karthala and its wide open crater.
Crystalline night,
In a town of the East,
To the opaline reflections.

Thursday, 19 September 2019

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

North and South - Marí Peté

the sun has touched the leaves
soft dipped brush
september days shrink here
inch by inch

Tuesday, 17 September 2019

Good Morning! - Matilda Olkin

Oh, the Sun has awoken
And is leaping from her bed.
She opens one eye, then the other,
“Good morning!”

Monday, 16 September 2019

Immortal Lust - Augusto dos Anjos

Do you really think that life-giving bliss,
The driving hunger of eurythmic atoms,
Will abort the molecules in motion

Sunday, 15 September 2019

God Pursues Me Everywhere - Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

God pursues me everywhere,
Enmeshes me in glances,
And blinds my sightless back like flaming sun.

Saturday, 14 September 2019

Creation - Sophus Niels Christen Claussen

I am unborn as yet, but am delivered giving birth.
From the life in my work I sense the life in myself,
robbed of this mirror, I am as good as laid in earth.

Friday, 13 September 2019

Georgics Book I (lines 1-42) - Vergil

What makes crops smile,
beneath what star it befits to turn the soil, Maecenas,
and to train the vines to the elm-trees;
what is the management of cattle,
what the system for keeping a herd,
what skill is required for the thrifty bees,
henceforth I will take upon me to sing.

Thursday, 12 September 2019

Sailing Homeward - Chan Fang-shēng

Cliffs that rise a thousand feet
Without a break,
Lake that stretches a hundred miles
Without a wave,

Wednesday, 11 September 2019

Eye of the Empire - Tsering Woeser

What kind of eye is that?
Yet, it must be an eye of utmost desires:

Tuesday, 10 September 2019

Anecdote of a Goat - Abayomi Animashaun

There is one with slackened tie.
Beside him an old paper and a black umbrella.

Monday, 9 September 2019

XXIV - Gaston Burssens

à Yvette

Adieu. These are the final notes
I’ve tapped out on my ribs and chest.

Friday, 6 September 2019

A-BO-LI-TION - Edouard J. Maunick

A!
… guitars/ravanes/invade us/
triangles/maravanes/carry us/
it’s the hour of the campfire/
it’s the hour of the campfire among the filaos tree/
it’s the hour of the campfire of the bush rum/
it’s the hour of an incandescent memory
existing even before
the native island was founded:

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

real morning - Raghda Rüstem

I’m finally living a real morning
And I've had to slaughter so many dreams to get here

Tuesday, 3 September 2019

Košice - Jozef Urban

City of autumn and puddles and smoke
City of statues
To whom we blew kisses

Monday, 2 September 2019

Your Journey - Rumi Ullidov

If you would order me
To take a long trip
To places you have been
And to see things you have seen
And experience every detail of your past life
I would kindly bow and accept your word

Sunday, 1 September 2019

Saturday, 31 August 2019

Romeo digs Juliet - Grand Corps Malade

Romeo lives on the ground floor of building 3
Juliet, in the building opposite, on the top floor
Both are 16 and every day, when they see each other
There grows in their eyes a desire to share things
It’s on their first date that they take that step
Under a sad autumn sky that rains on their bodies
They kiss like crazy, unafraid of the wind or the cold
For love has its reasons that the seasons don’t understand

Friday, 30 August 2019

In time - Léo Ferré

In time …
In time, it goes, everything goes away.
We forget the face and we forget the voice,
The heart, when it stops beating, there’s no point
Searching any further, you must let it go and that’s good.

Thursday, 29 August 2019

A Song and Three Questions - Amjad Nasser

I.
Talk is silver,
poetry is gold,
and women are the ringing of both metals.

Wednesday, 28 August 2019

Outskirts: Winter without People - Gennady Aygi

this shining
of light from from the world
along the revetment (o empty malleability
of dead resonance! —

Tuesday, 27 August 2019

Iventory of Things Left Behind - Liana Alaverdova

Things left behind: one casserole, enormous,
Ideal for pilav; Great-grandma’s samovar
In brass, antique (or nearly); with medallions
Assorted works of art, still life with melon,

Monday, 26 August 2019

How to Walk on the Seashore - El Mahdi Qeraz

To be conscious is an evil being walking
Ask an insect on the seashore jumping
From one end to the other drawing
A wandering circle

Friday, 16 August 2019

Girls at Bwandilo, Lilongwe - Anonymous

Ladies of Bwandilo

They shameless signal you down
Clad in their min skirts
Min skirts endowed with long slits

Thursday, 15 August 2019

It seemes that Tunis is an auncient towne - Anonymous

It seemes that Tunis is an auncient towne
Neere to the ruines of Carthage once so prowde,

Wednesday, 14 August 2019

I think about you, Mogadishu - Delalorm Sesi Semabia

You star in my nightmares
You seduce in my temple
You challenge my sleep.

Tuesday, 13 August 2019

Kampala Beggar - David Rubadiri

Dark twisted form
Of shreds and cunning
Crawling with an inward twinkle
At the agonies of Africa.

Monday, 12 August 2019

Banjul this afternoon - Obinna Chilekezi

I can’t comprehend the weather
as the sun goes laughing in this cold
around the town.

Sunday, 11 August 2019

Dear Cape Town - Kerry Hammerton

I would like to give you a giraffe
like the one in the central park of Cuidad Juárez.
In that northern Mexican town
they treat their giraffe like a tourist.

Saturday, 10 August 2019

Cairo - Nesma

I'd go to the airport an hour before the arrival time of your plane even though I know it'll arrive an hour late.
I'd go an hour early because I want us to share your first experience of Egyptian timing.
Egypt is not bound to the pace in which Earth loops her way around the sun like the lake swan, because Egypt always preferred belly dances to ballet and it shows well in weddings.

Friday, 9 August 2019

Spring in Nairobi - Ngwatilo Mawiyoo

Spring in Nairobi
is Jacaranda trees in bloom
a blissful blue, bold, edging
toward lavender gladness.

Thursday, 8 August 2019

Addis Ababa - Fekade Azeze

I walk your streets, but make no strides:
your shops and kiosks crowd my eyes
ENTs and dentistries
music stalls
drug shacks
photo booths
jumbled!
chaotic!

Sunday, 4 August 2019

The Bible - Alice Sedgwick

What taught me the first great cause
Who existed ere creation rose
And gave us our universal laws
        The Bible

Friday, 2 August 2019

March - Susan Frances Harrison

Here on the wide waste lands,
Take—child—these trembling hands,
Though my life be as blank and waste,
My days as sorely ungraced
By glimmer of green on the rim
Of a sunless wilderness dim,
As the wet fields barren and brown,
As the fork of each sterile limb
Shorn of its lustrous crown.

Thursday, 1 August 2019

The Price of Progress - Aileen Shirra

Chestnuts lie strewn on the cow grass
Cast down among the leaves by carelessly gusting gales
And prematurely aborted from their spiky wombs,
White underbellies betraying their vulnerability,
By fat- cheeked, scolding squirrels

Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Fog - Louise Otto-Peters

A grey veil has settled all around.
I know not: will the sun break through
Or will this fog completely mask it, today;
And will it rise; and will it fall again?
So might I ask- but the world maintains its silence
And meadow and valley are filled with haze.

Tuesday, 30 July 2019

My Nook - Nora May French

Oh, half way up the hill it was, where one might sit leaf-hidden,
  And stare across the canyoned depths to distant miles of blue;
Upon the little path to it no foot might step unbidden.

Monday, 29 July 2019

I Hardly Remember - Rafael Guillén

I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you
floats in some remote current of my blood.
I carry you in my depths, trapped in the sludge
like one of those corpses the sea refuses to give up.

Sunday, 28 July 2019

A Letter from the Youth of Britain - Krystina Mawer

Little Britain is severed and splintered,
A country divided in two,

Saturday, 27 July 2019

Fake - N. Ullrich Katalin

Fake-flowers in fake-soil,
fake-world with fake-lawn.

Friday, 26 July 2019

How Babs Malone Cut Down the Field - Barcroft Boake

                Now the squatters and the “cockies,”
                Shearers, trainers and their jockeys
Had gathered them together for a meeting on the flat;
                They had mustered all their forces,
                Owners brought their fastest horses,
Monaro-bred—I couldn’t give them greater praise than that.

Thursday, 25 July 2019

Pinocchio - Leungo Frank

I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real
To feel things
Feel joy
Feel pain

Wednesday, 24 July 2019

The Land of Exile - Ch`u Yuan

Methinks there's a genius
Roams in the mountains,
Girdled with ivy
And robed in wisteria,

Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Pine Tree in Spring (for Leon Damas) - Chinua Achebe

Pine tree
flag bearer
of green memory
across the breach of a desolate hour

Monday, 22 July 2019

Heartbeat - Mikayil Mushfig

My heartbeat said:
"There's luck ahead...
Great, glorious days
That brace and daze
Are yet to come!"

Sunday, 21 July 2019

Humility - Marguerite Porete

This Humility, who is aunt and mother,
is daughter of Divine majesty and so is born from Divinity.

Friday, 19 July 2019

Ecstasy - Gabriela Mistral

Now, O Christ, seal my eyelids,
Let ice on my lips be spread!

Thursday, 18 July 2019

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Song of Day in Yosemite Valley - Yone Noguchi

O thunderous opening of the unseen gate of solemn Heaven's Eternal Court!
Behold, clouds, tenants of the sky, sweep down from the Heavens unto a secret palace under the Earth!—

Tuesday, 16 July 2019

In Sophie’s Diary - Juliusz Słowacki

For poems, Sophie, ask me not, I pray.
When thou art back in Poland’s merry clime,
A flower will sing a song for thee each day,
A star at night will make for thee a rhyme.

Monday, 15 July 2019

Sunday, 14 July 2019

The Song of the Wind - Taliesin

Whose idea was the wind?
Created before the deluge,
he is a powerful creature,
sans flesh, sans bone,
sans veins, sans blood,
sans head, and sans feet.

Saturday, 13 July 2019

Sonnet XVI. Love and Art - Michelangelo Buonarroti

As pen and ink alike serve him who .sings
      In high or low or intermediate style;
      As the same stone hath shapes both rich and vile
      To match the fancies that each master brings;

Friday, 12 July 2019

Lord Tennyson - T. Ramakrishna

A poet of my native land has said -
The life the good and virtuous lead on earth
Is like the black-eyed maiden of the East,

Thursday, 11 July 2019

To Be an Infant - Sonja Åkesson

to be carried on the arms of daddies
as conversational bait for strange ladies

Wednesday, 10 July 2019

Danish Manor Ghosts - Henrik Nordbrandt

Danish Manor Ghosts
was the title of a book
that my mother said she stopped reading
because it got too Frightening.

Tuesday, 9 July 2019

This Evening Also - Paul Celan

More fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,

Monday, 8 July 2019

Lament II - Jan Kochanowski

If I had ever thought to write in praise
Of little children and their simple ways,
Far rather had I fashioned cradle verse
To rock to slumber, or the songs a nurse
Might croon above the baby on her breast.

Sunday, 7 July 2019

I Travelled among Unknown Men - William Wordsworth

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

Saturday, 29 June 2019

Dreaming of the Mountain - Ayukawa Nobuo

It is the only place I will be able to return to.
It is the beginning and the end of nature.
The mountain of my homeland.
The village where my father was born is in the mountains,
the town where my mother was born is surrounded by mountains.
Always the sun and moon rise from the peak and set in the ridge.

Friday, 28 June 2019

Old Spookses' Pass - Isabella Valancy Crawford

I.
We'd camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
     Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
Right smart at throwin' a lariat
     Was them two fellers, as ever I see;
An' for ridin' a broncho, or argyin' squar
     With the devil roll'd up in the hide of a mule,
Them two fellers that camp'd with me thar
     Would hev made an' or'nary feller a fool.

Thursday, 27 June 2019

The Loreley - Heinrich Heine

I know not what evermore grieves me,
What makes me sorrow so:
A tale of old times never leaves me,
A tale of long ago.

Wednesday, 26 June 2019

+ANTINOUS+: A Poem - Fernando Pessoa

It rained outside right into Hadrian's soul.

The boy lay dead
On the low couch, on whose denuded whole,
To Hadrian's eyes, that at their seeing bled,
The shadowy light of Death's eclipse was shed.

Tuesday, 25 June 2019

The Star Wizard's Legacy - Vasko Popa

He left behind his words
Lovelier than the world
No one dares look at them

Monday, 24 June 2019

You Will Hear Thunder - Anna Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Sunday, 23 June 2019

The Nut Garden - Joseph Gikatilla

The Nut Garden holds things felt and thought,
and feeling for thought is always a palace —

Saturday, 22 June 2019

Too Lazy To Be Ambitious - Taigu Ryokan

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.

Friday, 21 June 2019

Summer Paintings in Europe - Floss M. Jay

Oh – and these are not paintings:

This shoulder of wheaten gold
tumbling across the low hill
susceptible to breeze and wind
as Van Gogh predicted.

Thursday, 20 June 2019

Wednesday, 19 June 2019

Beyond Siberia Again Siberia - Regina Derieva

Beyond Siberia again Siberia,
beyond impenetrable forest again forest.
And beyond it waste ground,
where a blizzard of snow breaks loose.

Tuesday, 18 June 2019

Monday, 17 June 2019

The Friend - Francisca Stoecklin

You are so far away.
The space that parts our gaze
Cannot be bridged
in a single day.

Sunday, 16 June 2019

Raga Dhanashri - Pipa

The body is God,
the body is the temple,
the body is the worshiper,
the body is the sacred shrine.
The body is the incense,
the lamp, the sacred offerings;
it is the body I worship
with broken petals.

Saturday, 15 June 2019

The Demon Snow-Shoes (A Legend of Kiandra) - Barcroft Henry Boake

The snow lies deep on hill and dale,
In rocky gulch and grassy vale,
The tiny, trickling, tumbling falls
Are frozen ’twixt their rocky walls
That grey and brown look silent down
Upon Kiandra’s shrouded town.

Friday, 14 June 2019

The Steppe - Boris Pasternak

How lovely those journeys into quiet!
Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,
ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,
mosquitoes go whining through space.

Thursday, 13 June 2019

Easy - Paul Éluard

Easy and beautiful under
your eyelids
As the meeting of pleasure
Dance and the rest

Wednesday, 12 June 2019

The Quality of Life - Publius Annius Florus

Bacchus, of the vine revealer, let thy fullness aid the vine:
Send the dulcet juice aflowing which no nectar can outshine.
Grant it ever-mellowing storage lest in veins inimical
It produce a smack of roughness turned to vinegar withal.

Tuesday, 11 June 2019

Love's despair - Dermot O'Curnan

I am desolate,
Bereft by bitter fate;
No cure beneath the skies can save me,
No cure on sea or strand,
Nor in any human hand—
But hers, this paining wound who gave me.

Monday, 10 June 2019

Go, dream no more - Pamelia Sarah Yule

  Go, dream no more of a sun-bright sky
    With never a cloud to dim!—
Thou hast seen the storm in its robes of night,
Them hast felt the rush of the whirlwind's might,
Thou hast shrunk from the lightning's arrowy flight,
    When the Spirit of Storms went by!

Sunday, 9 June 2019

Bermuda triangle - Ivan Borislavov

Did I dream I was flying over the Bermuda triangle?
Below me the stars were reeling –
the lights of the heavenly airport.
And the airplane – a Southern Cross on fire –
engraved in the vortex of night.
I was ablaze with fire – other than this I can't remember anything.

Saturday, 8 June 2019

Friday, 7 June 2019

Of Hope and Dinosaurs - Syl Cheney-Coker

Always, we searched in the stone river,
while the slaughterhouse was waiting for us,
long before we turned the saccharin of words
into inflammable brawls. Full of ancient gluttony,
we have fed our appetites, eating with hasty mouths
what was meant for our own Passover.

Thursday, 6 June 2019

The Feast - Dorian Haarhoff

I have laid the round table
and set the seven-bit candle stick, centre-piece.
the hour is late. the chairs stand empty.
the invited guests have not come
nor sent regrets.

Wednesday, 5 June 2019

The essence of this world - Rudaki

May the world please our lord. May he live long.
May no accidents befall him.

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

To a Dead Crow - Kasiprasad Ghose

Gay minstrel of the Indian clime!
How oft at morning's rosy prime
When thou didst sing in caw, caw numbers,
Vexed I've awoke from my sweet slumbers,
And to avoid that hateful sound,
That plagues a head howe'er profound,
Have walked out in my garden, where
Beside the tank, in many a square,
Sweet lilies, jasmines, roses bloom,
Far from those trees within whose gloom
Of foliage thick, thou hadst thy nest
From daily toil at night to rest.

Monday, 3 June 2019

Courbet:The Stone Breakers - Rene Char

Sand and straw live gently, soften the fall of wine.
They gather quills from dovecotes.
Theirs is the gullet’s greedy tongue.

Sunday, 2 June 2019

The Celestial Fire -Yannai

Now an angel of the Lord appeared to Moses in a blazing fire —

a fire that devours fire;

Saturday, 1 June 2019

Siberia - James Clarence Mangan

In Siberia's wastes
   The ice-wind's breath
Woundeth like the toothed steel;
Lost Siberia doth reveal
   Only blight and death.

Friday, 31 May 2019

the well digger - Yokoi Yayū

the well digger
comes out into the floating world—
the heat!

Thursday, 30 May 2019

The Domain - J. Le Gay Brereton

The bulging cloud mounts lazily
    In shade where sunlight glances through,
And sweeping lightly from the tree
    Melts indolently in the blue.

Wednesday, 29 May 2019

Liverpool - Yasemin Balandi

When night ends, the fog begins
Heavy as lead!
Shrouding the town:
Once grand
And home of grandeur.

Tuesday, 28 May 2019

Everything Has Changed (Except Graves) - Mzi Mahola

I stood at the ruins
of my former school
where I was patiently moulded;
wild plants own every space now;
my soul was paralyzed.
What happened to the roofs
the doors and windows?

Monday, 27 May 2019

A Meditation - José Agostinho de Macedo

Portentous Egypt! I in thee behold
And studiously examine human-kind,
Learning to know me in mine origin,
In the primeval and the social state.

Saturday, 25 May 2019

The Forest Reverie - Abijah M. Ide

’Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,

Friday, 24 May 2019

Vondel's Lucifer (Act II, lines 1-34) - Joost van den Vondel

Ye speedy Spirits, stay our chariot now,
God's Morning-star in its full zenith stands;
Its height is reached; and lo! the moment comes
When Lucifer must set before this star,
This double star that rises from below
And seeks the way above, to tarnish Heaven
With earthly glow. No more should ye adorn
Proud Lucifer's apparel with glittering crowns,
Nor gild his forehead with the glorious dawn
Of morning-star, to which Archangels kneel.

Thursday, 23 May 2019

The Gardener's Daughters - Hugo von Hofmannsthal

One fills the large Delft jugs,
Painted with blue dragons and birds,
With a loose sheaf of bright flowers:

Wednesday, 22 May 2019

the sun is a new house - H.C. Artmann

the sun is a new house
you write it
it is tomorrow
we hold our hands through
the open windows

Tuesday, 21 May 2019

Noah in Salonta - Srgjan Sekulić

In Salonta1
in front of the Orthodox church
a man was offering Salah.

Monday, 20 May 2019

Place de la Concorde - Florence Earle Coates

Near where the royal victims fell
In days gone by, caught in the swell
Of a ruthless tide
Of human passion, deep and wide:
There where we two
A Nation’s later sorrow knew—
To-day, O friend! I stood
Amid a self-ruled multitude
That by nor sound nor word
Betrayed how mightily its heart was stirred.

Sunday, 19 May 2019

How is it I can love You - Symeon the New Theologian

How is it I can love You
     within me,
     yet see You from afar?

Saturday, 18 May 2019

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (Quatrains I - XII) - Omar Khayyam

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight!
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light,

Friday, 17 May 2019

Remembering Sahel - Paulos Netabay

Who could forget the war?
The battles where we fell,
the awful sun, our wounds
glistening like jewels
in the hell we’ve never left…

Thursday, 16 May 2019

The Shaving of Murdoch - Standish Hayes O'Grady

When he and Cathal of the Red Hand, King of Connaught, entered the monastic life together.

Murdoch, whet thy knife, that we may shave our crowns to the Great King,
Let us sweetly give our vow, and the hair of both our heads to the Trinity.

Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Monastery in the Hills (Monk's Song) - Dato Barbakadze

Each morning I fetch water from a hidden spring
and quietly watch the changing clouds.
I do not know if I will see another winter
but I am still happy, surrounded by mountains and green places
where so many mortals—so many weak ones—live.

Tuesday, 14 May 2019

The Fall of the Leaves - Charles-Hubert Millevoye

With the spoils of the wood,
Autumn had littered the earth;
The groves without mystery,
The nightingale without voice.
Sadly, and dying with his dawn,
A youth, afflicted, paced slowly
Across, as in earlier years,
This wood of delight, once more.

Monday, 13 May 2019

I must be the last time - Daniel Faria

I must be the last time
The final rain over the last animal in the grass
The corpse where the spider decides the circle.

Sunday, 12 May 2019

Lead us up beyond light - Dionysius the Areopagite

Lead us up beyond light,
beyond knowing and unknowing,
to the topmost summit of truth,

Saturday, 11 May 2019

I am weary of the speakers of English - Màiri Mhór

I am weary of the speakers of English
I long for some warmth and music
I am truly tired of the speakers of English

Friday, 10 May 2019

Home - Leonidas

Cling to thy home! if there the meanest shed
Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head,

Thursday, 9 May 2019

Green, green the river-side grass - Anonymous

Green, green the river-side grass,
Dense, dense the garden willows,

Wednesday, 8 May 2019

The Sundowner's Dream - David Campbell

He sat by the fire;
It burned with a black flame
In the fluid air
And he told me his dream.

Monday, 6 May 2019

Green Fingers - Carl Spitteler

Green Fingers rides through the wood.

And never a word says she,
But she sets her mark upon every tree.
And soon there's a whisper, a titter,
And out comes Kobolds with a skitter
To dance in the faery-ring,
And high in the branches swing -
Kobold,
Catch the gold
That on branching boughs doth its curls unfold.

Sunday, 5 May 2019

In Praise of God (from Avoda) - Yose ben Yose

I shall proclaim the mighty deeds of God,
     who is glorious in power.
He alone is God
     and there is no other;

Saturday, 4 May 2019

A goobie is not a calabash - Ted Eric Matthews

Is not de calabash ah want, is de goobie!
Yo’ don’t know de difference? Well I tell yo’!

Friday, 3 May 2019

Blindness cure - Epiphanie Mukasano

you have been looking for too long
you have even borrowed a telescope

Thursday, 2 May 2019

From A Place - Titilope Sonuga

I come from a place

where mothers go to battle each day
with a baby strapped across their backs
another still clinging from their breasts
childcare at its finest

Wednesday, 1 May 2019

The Dead Doll - Margaret Vandergrift

You needn't be trying to comfort me— I tell you my dolly is dead!
There's no use in saying she isn't, with a crack like that in her head.
It 's just like you said it wouldn't hurt much to have my tooth out, that day;
And then, when the man 'most pulled my head off, you hadn't a word to say.

Tuesday, 30 April 2019

May I Never Miss… - Hector Marcó

The storm of the years
has whitened your head,
dear bright-eyed mother
who lives and breathes for me.

Monday, 29 April 2019

Being a Sri Lankan - Saduni Wanniarachchi

Mothers’ hips are eroded
And her clavicles stick out.
She has had too many children
But she is still pregnant.
Her lungs are punctured
And Shred into pieces
Of ripe cloudless flesh
Only to be hidden beneath
Layers of charred rubber.

Sunday, 28 April 2019

Only a bird - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

I am not God nor His messenger—
I am only a singing bird.

Saturday, 27 April 2019

Black Children - Rex Ingamells

Where now uninterrupted sun
Is shrivelling the sheaves,

Friday, 26 April 2019

I am - Grigore Vieru

I am the apple tree that rises
With shiny fruit toward the stars,
While down below a leper scratches
Against its trunk his ugly scars.

Thursday, 25 April 2019

Wednesday, 24 April 2019

Invocation - Mirjam Tuominen

Beyond the seven mountains
the seven valleys
the seven rapid torrents
the seventy-seven nights
the seventy-seven days
the seven hundred-and-seventy-seven days-and-nights
the seven thousand and seventy-seven paradise years
inferno years purgatory years
shut up in the mountain
beyond the valleys
beyond the rapids
beyond the nights the days
the days-and-nights
the paradise years
inferno years purgatory years
inside shut in
outside shut out
I cry: ‘Awake!

Tuesday, 23 April 2019

St. George And The Dragon - Anonymous

Of Hector's deeds did Homer fing,
And of the sack of ftately Troy,
What griefs fair Helena did bring,
Which was fir Paris' only joy:
And by my pen I will recite
St. George's deeds, and Englifh knight.

Monday, 22 April 2019

Sunday, 21 April 2019

Done is a Battle - William Dunbar

Done is a battle on the dragon black,
Our champion Christ confoundit has his force;
The yetis of hell are broken with a crack,
The sign triumphal raisit is of the cross,
The devillis trymmillis with hiddous voce,
The saulis are borrowit and to the bliss can go,
Christ with his bloud our ransonis dois indoce:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

Saturday, 20 April 2019

O gladsome light - Hieromartyr Athenogenes

O gladsome light, O grace
Of God the Father's face,
The eternal splendour wearing;
Celestial, holy, blest,
Our Saviour Jesus Christ,
Joyful in thine appearing.

Friday, 19 April 2019

Bitter was the night - Sydney Carter

Bitter was the night,
thought the cock would crow forever
Bitter was the night before the break of day.

Thursday, 18 April 2019

Melancholy - Poornima Laxmeshwar

From my window
I see the orange circle
Escape in a blue quilt
Quietly without leaving any traces of its existence

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Come Away, My Love - Joseph Kariuki

Come away, my love, from streets
Where mankind eyes divide,
And show windows reflect our difference.
In the shelter of my faithful room rest.

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

The midnight mouse - Christian Morgenstern

When it's midnight and neither moon
Nor stars do light the sky,
Then twelve times across the heavens
The midnight mouse doth fly.

Monday, 15 April 2019

Talvez - Régis Bonvicino

Might be a bird passing over
might be a moment of silence
might be the sun in hiding
might be winter hasn't
passed

Sunday, 14 April 2019

I Walk in Danger All the Way - Hans Adolf Brorson

I walk in danger all the way.
The thought shall never leave me
That Satan, who has marked his prey,
Is plotting to deceive me.
This foe with hidden snares
May seize me unawares
If e'er I fail to watch and pray.
I walk in danger all the way.

Saturday, 13 April 2019

To my beloved: With my soul in my lips - Medardo Ángel Silva

When you imagine our impassioned love’s flame
inside your chest to be extinguished,
the day you’re without me, my life will be torn from me
only because of you is my life beloved.

Friday, 12 April 2019

Remembrance - Mario Battistella

Every week feels so long
when you are not close to me!
I don’t know what superhuman powers
give my life meaning, so far from you.

Thursday, 11 April 2019

Epitome of Roman History V - Publius Annius Florus

When my young pear-trees I planted, when I planted apple-trees,
On the bark the name I gravéd of the sweetheart who is mine.

Tuesday, 9 April 2019

My native Pines - Joseph Howe

My native Pines—my native Pines,
    I love beneath your boughs to stray,
While morning’s sun upon you shines
    With bright, and warm, and fervid ray;
For oh! ’twas thus in childhood’s hours,
    I rov’d beneath them wild and free,
And gathered May’s unsullied flowers,
    That sprung around each forest tree.

Monday, 8 April 2019

Moonlight Sleeps Within your Heart - Jean Lahor

Moonlight sleeps Within your heart,
A gentle light of summer moon
And I 'shall set the cares of life apart
When, in your brightness,' shall I swoon.

Sunday, 7 April 2019

Morning Hymn - Gregory the Great

Lo, fainter now He spread the shades of night,
And upward spread the trembling gleams of morn;
Suppliant we bend before the Lord of Light,
And pray at early dawn,

Saturday, 6 April 2019

Radio Poem - Bertold Brecht

You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break

Friday, 5 April 2019

64 - Bruce Levitan

So, when the alarm bell rang, insistently calling to me
I awoke to the bright morning sunlight piercing the curtain:
X-rays of the pattern picked out so that I could see
The individual flowers and birds illuminated - like a fountain
Yin-yang, the bright reverse of what they really are meant to be.

Thursday, 4 April 2019

It is not necessary - Chu Hsi

It is not necessary to go out of one's way to get rid of the natural mind;
it needs only that the spiritual mind shall rule.

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

Sigh no more, ladies - William Shakespeare

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.

Tuesday, 2 April 2019

I Wonder - Elfrida De Renne Barrow

My heart is a small room,
  And life is the light of day
That peeps in through the window
  Joyous and gay.

Monday, 1 April 2019

This Day Our Daily Dog - Giselle Caputo

It’s as if the plastic bags
had become the sofa’s latest outfit
because why remember the dead
and gather dust in the house

Sunday, 31 March 2019

Layla - Ahmad al-Alawi

Full near I came unto where dwelleth
Layla, when I heard her call.
That voice, would I might ever hear it!

Saturday, 30 March 2019

The Song of the Thrush - Rhys Goch ap Rhiccert

I gave ear, in the shade
By a mighty oak made,
To the soft warbled words
Of the wild forest birds;
Till all fell a-hush,
When the voice of the thrush
Sent forth a sally
Of song through the valley.
Most exquisite
Was the transport of it!

Friday, 29 March 2019

The Blood of Fruits - Kushal Poddar

Sometimes I think I grew a taste
for the dead. Did you hear
the tale of young ones buried
for the sake of fecundity,

Thursday, 28 March 2019

A Scandal On The Head - Kwesi Brew

The broken bone cannot be made whole
The strong have sheltered in their strength
The swift have sought life in their speed
The cripple and the tired heaped out of the way onto the ant hills
Had been, bit by bit, half eaten by termites

Wednesday, 27 March 2019

Announcements - Brian Bilston

We would like to apologise for the delay.
This is due to the wrong kind of deal,
which indeed is any kind of deal
that might make your forward journey possible
at this time.

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

In a Dilapidated House - Ayukawa Nobuo

The wind blew hard that day
just after keichitsu1
the Eastern and Southern windows
made sounds one after the other
the door opened and closed…

Monday, 25 March 2019

Ngak - Val Sengebau

I took my leave from my beloved land
Suffocated with deep emotional turbulence

Sunday, 24 March 2019

Cry Hari - Jnāneśvar

Stand at the door of God
One moment nigh,—
Thou hast the fourfold bliss
Obtained thereby.

Saturday, 23 March 2019

My Country- My Maldives - Aminath Neena

The beauty of splashing waves
Caress my homeland
Loving the stretch of white gold
Pure and innocent motherland

Friday, 22 March 2019

Octagonal Howl Poem - Rita Valdivia

In the cawing of my night
more drawn out than a thought
compacted by the atmosphere;
desires curdle like some vital sustenance
raped by air.

Thursday, 21 March 2019

Foreword to the Fables - Ignacy Krasicki

There was once a young man whose temperance never flagged;
There was an old man, too, who never scolded or nagged;

Wednesday, 20 March 2019

O, Land of the Free - Samuel Alfred Haynes

O, Land of the Free by the Carib Sea,
Our manhood we pledge to thy liberty!
No tyrants here linger, despots must flee
This tranquil haven of democracy.
The blood of our sires which hallows the sod,
Brought freedom from slavery, oppression's rod
By the might of truth, and the grace of God,
No longer shall we be hewers of wood.

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

A pretty tale of Pakistan - N.V. Thadani

A pretty tale of Pakistan —
Shadow of a dream of dawn,
Seen by a Poet on the lawn
Of pleasant mount, by pleasant sea!

Monday, 18 March 2019

The Boast - Hywel ab Owain

A white-topped wave is washing ever
The Royal grave of Rhufawn Bevr;
    There lies the Land I love and England loathes,
Right rich the growths her sickles sever.

Sunday, 17 March 2019

An Even-song - St. Patrick

May Thy holy angels, O Christ, son of living God,
Guard our sleep, our rest, our shining bed.

Saturday, 16 March 2019

The Bonny Moor Hen - Anonymous

You brave lads of Weardale, I pray lend an ear
The account of a battle you quickly shall hear,
That was fought by the miners, so well you may ken
By claiming a right to the bonny moor hen.

Saturday, 9 March 2019

The Republic of Power - Alfonso Hernández

Every year the dictator makes a speech to the multitudes
from his pragmatic throne – Peace Love Justice –
(as if history were an expedient of his base passions).

Friday, 8 March 2019

Arriving shortly - K. Srilata

When amma came
to New York City,
she wore unfashionably cut
salwar kurtas,
mostly in beige,
so as to blend in,

Thursday, 7 March 2019

My Chosen One - Hywel ab Owain

My Chosen One is tall and lissome,
Purple her cloak as heather blossom;
      My chosen joy it is to watch her face,
When thoughts of grace breathe from her bosom.

Wednesday, 6 March 2019

do not fear heights - Yu Yoyo

taking a cigarette out onto the balcony to jump off the building
or taking the thought of
jumping off the building
out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette

Tuesday, 5 March 2019

Monday, 4 March 2019

With a pure heart - Attila József

Without father without mother
without God or homeland either
without crib or coffin-cover
without kisses or a lover