Bearslayer: Canto I - The Revelation of Bearslayer (Scene 1) - Andrejs Pumpurs

Scene 1: The Council of the Baltic gods

The gods gather
In azure vaults of heaven soaring bright,
In lofty castles filled with endless joy,
The God of Thunder, Perkons, dwells in light,
And pleasure knows whose sweetness cannot cloy.

Black of my eye - Abay Kunanbayev

Black of my eye
Frame of my mind
Drink never dry
Love of my Life

Love - Sir Walter Scott

And said I that my limbs were old,
And said I that my blood was cold,
And that my kindly fire was fled,
And my poor withered heart was dead,
  And that I might not sing of love?—

Helsinki, 1940 - Anselm Hollo

exploding, shattering, burning

big lights in the sky

Spring Outlook - Du Fu

Nations are smashed,
mountains and rivers remain.

The Mirror - Floarea Ţuţuianu

This mirror no longer recognizes me
it laughs a laugh that’s not mine

The royal banner floats on high - Venantius Fortunatus

Vexilla Regis Produent

The royal banner floats on high,
The Cross is gleaming in the sky,
The Word, by whom all flesh was made,
Himself made flesh is there displayed.

To Him - Gómez de Avellaneda

No bonds withhold,—for all that held are broken;
So heaven ordained,—and blessèd be its name
The bitter chalice I have drained in token,
And now is peace with nothing more to claim.

Song of the Fire - Elena Văcărescu

I consumed the deep, green forest,
      With all its songs;
And now the songs of the forest,
      All sing aloud in me.

The Earth - Kadyr Myrza Ali

Now I’ve found my yurt a place on the globe,
the earth’s ordeals are likewise mine.

Stone - Amjad Nasser

I say to this stone: I am you.

My Testament - Juliusz Słowacki

I lived with you, I grieved, and many a tear I shed.
In truth, I never did a noble soul defy.
Now it is time for me to go and join the dead.
Seems like it’s joy I leave on earth – so sad am I.

The Rise of the Zebra - Tomaž Šalamun

The rise of the zebra hurts the zebra.
As if she would breathe fire.
If  we put natural gold and the black blue into
the loaf of  bread it bursts.

The Light of Your Way - Symeon the New Theologian

Holy are you, O Lord, holy, blessed and One.
Holy are you, and generous

for you have flooded my heart
     with the light of your way,

The Shining Hours (IV) - Emile Verhaeren

The sky has unfolded into night,
and the moon seems to watch
over the sleeping silence.

I Am Going to Sleep - Alfonsina Storni

Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
Hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
Prepare the earthly sheets for me
And the down quilt of weeded moss.

A sincere man am I - José Martí

A sincere man am I
Born where the palm trees grow,
And I long before I die
My soul’s verses to bestow.

Sonnet XXV - George Santayana

As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;

14 • metaphor - Chen Yuhong

you try to piece together
a thousand machine-cut, polished
pieces of moon

Mathematical Plane - Enes Halilović

From that side there is Nothing.
It intrigued me, Nothing pursued me,
that’s why I jumped over the Wall.

Mirror, My Mirror - Obed R. Souza

Mirror, my mirror!
My self- made image God!
It is you I adore!

Ecbátana - Sophus Niels Christen Claussen

I remember that spring, when my heart in its time
conceived the dream and searched for a rhyme,
whose glory should sink, I know not from where,
as when the sun set in Ecbátana.

Summer - Abay Kunanbayev

When summer in the mountains gains its peak,
When gaily blooming flowers begin to fade,
When nomads from the sunshine refuge seek
Beside a rapid river, in a glade,
Then in the grassy meadows here and there
The salutatory neighing can be heard
Of varicouloured stallion and mare.

Pitchblende - Robert Schindel

And while the outside world rattles
with endless rubble, juddering until,
slamming doors and knocking chandeliers,
it crumples into the core of trembling heart,

Infacto - Mtendere Alice Kishindo

Things that make me, others see
The things that don’t, embody me
In flimsy moments I lose my god
In righteous times he finds me
In constant prostration I lie
As age leers at me
Two, three more years
Come and get me before I die

Abyss of silence - William Khalipwina Mpina

As the voiceless voice breaks the quietness
In my silent heart in the abyss of stillness
Likewise the October heat rupturing
The whirlwind in the corridors rolling

Colloque Sentimentale - Paul Verlaine

In the old park, frozen and bare,
Two forms but now have wandered there.

Consecrated - St Catherine of Sienna

All has been consecrated.
The creatures in the forest know this,

The House Beautiful - Robert Louis Stevenson

A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit,
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.