End of a Year - Julian Symons

And in this year now

Remember all the harm.

The watcher on the hill

Weeps the heroic end

And under look of eyes

Or the bold clasp of hands

The lovers know their wrong.

Ring Of Peace - Paul Éluard

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

I.R.ME (I Represent Me) - Ben Caesar

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its a complicated/

subject that i touch/

sensitive/

like injured love/

Melody - Wazani Adamu Ijarafu

There is a melody

In the song of a mad man who lost his lover

To the romance of broken bottles

Liber VIII.LXXI (To Postumianus) - Marcus Valerius Martialis

Four pounds of silver plate in winter's season 

you sent me, Postumianus, ten years ago. 

While I hoped for a greater weight 

for gifts should stand fixed or grow 

there arrived two pounds more or less. 

Together and yet apart - Ketty Dan-Napwatt and Rebecca Tobo Olul-Hossen

Together and yet apart

Separated by a need greater than ourselves

Until the dawn when the roosters crow, together we shall be

Nativity - John Donne

Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,

Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.

Christmas - Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff

The market and streets stand still and ghostly,

Each house in all the silence glows,

Along the lanes my thoughts come with me,

As the festive spirit ever grows.

The Tay Moses - Kathleen Jamie

What can I fashion for you

but a woven creel of river-

rashes, a golden

oriole’s nest my gift

wrought from the Firth –

A Night-mooring at Wuchang - Lu Lun

Far off in the clouds stand the walls of Hanyang,

Another day's journey for my lone sail...

The Tercets - Llywarch Hen

Set is the snare, the ash clusters glow, 

Ducks plash in the pools; breakers whiten below; 

More strong than a hundred is the heart's hidden woe. 

Advent Antiphons - Sister M. Charlita

From Mary's sweet silence,

Come, Word mutely spoken!

Hail! - Catherine Pozzi

Ardent love, if I were to die

Without having known where I possessed you,

In which sun was your abode,

In which past your time, in which hour

I have loved you!

Night - Vicente Huidobro

You hear the night glide across the snow

The song fell down from the trees

The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer - Eugenio Montejo

The earth turned to bring us closer,

it spun on itself and within us,

Crossing Reality - Floarea Ţuţuianu

It’s Monday,

and from the kiosk on the corner

a croissant and a new poet under my arm

I start my Dublinesque odyssey

This Poem - Homero Pumarol

Every now and then I read this poem again.

I like it: it’s short and easy to forget.

Crazy Day - Gustav Krklec

Rooster this morning said to me:

Dear friend, good evening!

Love Has Seven Names - Hadewijch

Love has seven names.

Do you know what they are?

Rope, Light, Fire, Coal

make up its domain.

I could’t want another life - Tao Yuanming

I could’t want another life. This is my

true calling, working fields and mulberries

Islands - Guy Tirolien

This is the low house

in which my race has grown.

Twisting and lifting, the road

takes off beyond.

Offspring of the Distant Word: I - Susy Delgado

In an awakening

it glued itself

to my tongue

On the departure of his daughters - Muhammad al Fagīr

Umm Madās, the heifer of Kalaka,

her mother’s house is a gathering place for guests, never deserted.

St. Olaf’s Fountain - Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen

Like a ball of blood-red fire

Sinks the sun o’er forests sleeping,

Wondrously in splendor steeping

Glaciers far with cloud-capt spire.

Alyosha Karamazov - Gunnar Björling

The kiss of Christ is set above the world. And you realise:

a little something - Renata Frolova

Lost in now, lost in work 

struggling through piles of paperwork,

I am growing old faster than dreams are forgotten.

The Pine Trees on the Sea-rock - Arvid Mörne

The pine trees on the sea-rock are my lyres,

And the storm is playing on them.

Skerry and islet boom. Lost fishing boats

Steer by the pine trees and head for home.

Leaving Atocha Station - Johannes Beilharz

On a spark I am situating myself 

there, in that busy, old-fashioned 

painted iron and glass structure 

in approximately 1975.

Metamorphosis - Luis G. Urbina

It was an imprisoned kiss in love

with a hand of snow that had

the appearance of a listless iris

and the heartbeat of a bird in agony.