Mud is made of earth and water - Tihomir Jančovski

One day, when you will not open your eyes, surely,
you have died.

To the stars - Bernard ter Haar

Are ye sheep of snowy whiteness,
Which the night as shepherd leads,
When the sun sinks down to slumber
Through the blue ethereal meads?

The Tree - Björnstjerne Björnson

The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
"Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down.
"No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,"
Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown.

De Spectaculis.VI (That warring Mars) - Marcus Valerius Martialis

That warring Mars
served thee in arms
unconquered
suffices not, Caesar;
Venus herself too serves.

Consolation - Alphonse Lamartine

Drop, lone and silent tears,
On pitiless earth to rest!
Not now on piety's meek hand,
Or friendship's gentle breast!

The Earth is our Friend (Garden of Creation) - Yasus Afari

The earth is the garden of creation
Purposefully clothed with lush, green vegetation.
Roots!
Firm enough to prevent critical soil erosion,
All elements working in union,
For natural joy and satisfaction.
The earth is a friend, we are the friends of the earth

Cinema - Adel Khozam

In the cinema there is a lot of killing
The screen is full of imaginary blood

On Fatalism - Al-Shafi‘i

Not always wealth, nor always force,
A splendid destiny commands;
The lordly vulture gnaws the corpse
That rots upon the barren sands.

Peasant Pavo - John Ludvig Runeberg

’Mid the high, bleak moors of Saarijärvis
On a sterile farm, lived Peasant Pavo,
And its poor soil tilled with care untiring.
Trusting to the Lord to send the increase.

Self Recollection (Sonnet XVI) - Vincenzo da Filicaja

In buoyant days of young self-confidence
And credulous trust in counsels that misled,
This mind, the sport of passion, lov'd to tread
Each tempting path which fascinates the sense.

Adoration of the Palm Trees - Jean el Mouhoub Amrouche

At night the palm trees shed heavy tears.
Their shadows bend over the sea
Nearly soundless like the scattered souls that weep
In the serene immobility of the stars.

I stand against - Ben Caesar

paging so many rages/
trying overstand why we hate and rape/
our sisters/

Night - Duncan Campbell Scott

The night is old, and all the world
    Is wearied out with strife;
A long gray mist lies heavy and wan
    Above the house of life.

A wife's heart - Meng Jiao

On the wu-tung tree, phoenix and mate grow old together;
Duck and drake cleave to each other till death.

Mallee scene - Flexmore Hudson

On the death-still plain
two steel rails glare.

Her Song - Epiphanie Mukasano

the song of my mother's hand stirring sorghum pap
tastes like the morning sun; a song echoed
among the leaves of her cassava tree; a prayer, a murmur
climbing Rutare mountains

The Infinite! - Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock

How soars this labouring spirit, while it thinks,
O boundless Lord, of Thee!
How low midst earth and littleness it sinks
When it descends to me;
To self, and sorrow's night, and brief mortality!

Meta Milonga for Rodolfo Wilcock and his Cat - Vittorio Gassman

Rodolfo Wilcock: I know of no other mind
More geometric, more mercurial
I doubt there was another thinker
So funereally intelligent.

Dawn - Archbishop Khorene Nar Bey de Lusignan

Roses upon roses
Spread in sheets below,
In the high blue ether
Clouds that shine like snow,
Lightly, brightly, softly,
Spread before thy feet,
In this tranquil season
Wait thy face to greet;
Waits in hope all nature,
O Aurora sweet!

The Nature - Chu Hsi

1. Moral Law is the Nature,
   and the Nature is Moral Law.

The Dream - Zelda Quakawoot

A dream is not a prediction
Nor is it your only goal
It’s a larger slice of sunshine
That glows within your soul

Maureen - John Todhunter

O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,
Girl of my choice, Maureen!
Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy, sweet mouth denies,
Maureen?

A man wounded by a rabid dog - Paulus Silentiarius

A man wounded by a rabid dog's venom sees, they say,
the beast's image in all water.

O Trinity, our Lord - V. Utrenev

Most-pure, Invisible, Incomprehensible,
Untraceable, and quite Invincible,
And sole Immortal One,

The Scar - Raúl Aguirrezabalaga

You’ve got the fame of a big thug—
but now you’re not even a shadow
of who you once were.

The Last Coffee - Cátulo Castillo

Your memory touches down like a tornado,
the autumn sun begins to set again
I watch the drizzle, and as I watch
the spoon stirs in the coffee…