Vertigo 2 - Robert Schindel

I’m poleaxed by sleeping

So tired that I’m weeping

Stuck here in these stones

I won’t be escaping

I Died Alive - Harriet Anena

I died

But my heart still breathed

The True Prison - Ken Saro-Wiwa

It is not the leaking roof

Nor the singing mosquitoes

In the damp, wretched cell

Childhood Stories (extract) - José María Cuéllar

I was born in 1942 if for some reason my mother

has not lost her memory.

The Children in the Moon - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Hearken, child, unto a story! 

For the moon is in the sky, 

And across her shield of silver, 

See! two tiny cloudlets fly. 

Stormy Night - Jean Lahor

The wind screamed, the wind howled its rages,

The ocean leaped the length of the cliff

And my soul, faced with those surges

Of black rolling waves, breathed with greater relief.

British Merchant Service, 1915 - Cicely Fox Smith

Oh, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day, 

I met a skipper that I knew, and to him I did say: 

"Now what's the cargo, captain, that brings you up this way?" 

Holy Spirit - Hildegard von Bingen

Holy Spirit,

giving life to all life,

Wild Roses - Mirjam Tuominen

Wild thickets thorn hedges

bar your way

wayless.

While You Decline To Cry - Ō no Yasumaro

While you decline to cry,

high on the mountainside

a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.

To Aphrodite - Hesiod

I will sing of stately Aphrodite, gold-crowned and beautiful, 

whose dominion is the walled cities of all sea-set Cyprus.  

Omri Kello - Wael Kfoury

Oh love go tell her

tell her I miss her so much,

if she wants my life

I'll give it away.

Freedom - Arja Salafranca

Freedom is a man with one arm,

a happy smile showing perfect white teeth,

a man who answers the phone in Maintenance with a chirp in his voice.

By the Margins of the Great Deep - George William Russell

When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies,

All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam

With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes;

I am one with the twilight's dream.

a quanta with fidelity - Dhal Jirel 'Ravi'

I also do believe in God

But I do not call myself 

An Incarnation of God

A son of God

A messenger of God

Return - Phi Hoàng

Let me return the sunlight to the sky,

the cloud to the mountain, this life to the void.

Youth and Love: I - Robert Louis Stevenson

Once only by the garden gate

   Our lips we joined and parted.

I must fulfil an empty fate

   And travel the uncharted.

Poetry and I - Mbarka Mint al-Barra’

The sin is that I wasn't a stone

     And the troubles of the world make me sleepless

And I shield myself with poetry

     And it keeps me company when I'm far from home

The Black Streets - Emmanuel Moses

The soldiers on their way to lay siege to the mountain

stopped here to let blue wine blot out

steaming blood

The Beggar - Carl Spitteler

He was my foe, and friend he was to none.

I read his death, unmoved, but yesterday.

jumbo-jet vs jackdaw - S. Zaynub Kamoonpuri

I wish to fly like a bird that chirps or hoots

without any jet or parachutes.

Gazal - Zeyneb

Cast off thy veil, and heaven and earth in dazzling light array! 

As radiant Paradise, this poor demented world display! 

Epigram - Niels Hav

You can spend an entire life

in the company of words

not ever finding

the right one.

The Shining Hours (V) - Emile Verhaeren

Each hour I brood upon your goodness, so simple in its depth, I lose myself in prayers to you. 

So I Am Persuaded - Jaime Saenz

Everyone lives in one

—I, you, they.

We all live in all, no one lives or dies, and each is on his own

—but nobody knows what happens.

Peggy - Allan Ramsay

My Peggy is a young thing,

      Just enter'd in her teens,

Fair as the day, and sweet as May

Fair as the day, and always gay.

Branches That Thirst - Limam Boicha

Beneath the shadow of a thorn tree

two naked people

are shuddering with thirst

while their oasis

lies half a desert away

After History - Tawanda Mulalu

Has anyone managed to make a world.

After race, we turn to genetics, return

after to the archives for new history. Who

then determines when we’re from. Roots,

Sermon - Eveline Maedel

Sunday morning.

Poured molasses oration,

Drizzles onto milky white canvass.

Cold days have come - Samuel Hanagid

The month of ‘Av has ended even ‘Elul and their heat is gone;

Also Tishri is gathered in and like them has passed.