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

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.