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Saturday, 31 July 2021
Air Pollution - Adrianna Ennelinda Pedro
Oh, my dearest, beautiful Tuvalu,
Bicycles are seen less and less on your roads every day,
And your people walk less and less every day,
Friday, 30 July 2021
Afterwards - Homero Manzi
Afterwards…
the bloody moon and your emotion,
knowing that the end is coming
on a dark stormcloud.
Thursday, 29 July 2021
Andorra: The Voice of the Mountain - Ester Fenoll García
I open my eyes
fine snowflakes
blanket Andorra
Wednesday, 28 July 2021
Breathless Postcard - Armando Freitas Filho
Nature doesn't nurture anything
it never looks back
parasols and paradise
and every verb in the infinite
Tuesday, 27 July 2021
Song - Hovhannes Hovhanessian
How often in my life to find
Tranquillity I yearned!
Ever with visions infinite
My heart within me burned.
Monday, 26 July 2021
Frithiof Saga, Canto I: Frithiof and Ingeborg - Esaias Tegnér
Two plants, in Hilding’s garden fair,
Grew up beneath his fostering care;
Their match the North had never seen,
So nobly tow’r’d they in the green!
Sunday, 25 July 2021
Wishes are fulfilled - Fujiwara no Tokifusa
Wishes are fulfilled
In these rushing waters of the god
Saturday, 24 July 2021
Sunny Prestatyn - Philip Larkin
Come To Sunny Prestatyn
Laughed the girl on the poster,
Kneeling up on the sand
In tautened white satin.
Saturday, 17 July 2021
Liber IX.V (You wish to marry) - Marcus Valerius Martialis
You wish to marry, Priscus;
I don't wonder, Paula; you are wise.
Friday, 16 July 2021
jericho - Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
J is for Jericho because walls exist
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J is for Jericho because it has an incredible history.
J is also for John Wilkinson.
Thursday, 15 July 2021
The Old Town of Plovdiv - Ivan Theofilov
Your ancient floors float among the stars.
Blue donkeys graze the silence around.
Wednesday, 14 July 2021
A philosopher’s agony - Augusto dos Anjos
I read the Phtah-Hotep, I read the obsolete
Rig-Veda. Yet nothing gives me rest…
The Unconscious haunts me and I swirl possessed,
Restless harmattan in aeolian rage!
Tuesday, 13 July 2021
A Persian Song - Hafez
Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight.
And bid these arms thy neck enfold:
That rosy cheek, that lily hand,
Would give thy poet more delight
Than all Bocara's vaunted gold.
Than all the gems of Samarkand.
Monday, 12 July 2021
A Queer Challenge - Satish Verma
World wanted
to know, how I am.
I say, ask my poems.
Sunday, 11 July 2021
Not He is a Great Man - Vincas Kudirka
Not he is a great man before whom the millions
In manacled meekness, in fetters bow down
Yet inwardly curse him; it is not the tyrant
Whom thankful descendants with glory will crown.
Friday, 9 July 2021
A Detail - Uroš Zupan
Bathed in red light,
seated at a table,
alone, an unknown woman gets ready
to light a cigarette.
Thursday, 8 July 2021
Out - Agron Tufa
You get up in the morning
And remember you don't know where you left your eyes.
Wednesday, 7 July 2021
Concening Arion - John Tzetzes
Arion was also from Methymne playing the cithara, as well,
During the times of Croesus and of Periander.
He went to Italy and, specifically, to Sicily.
Tuesday, 6 July 2021
Dedication - Peter Foersom
Snatch'd from the scenic monarch's glorious crown,
A few stray gems I bring. Before thy feet,
Exalted fair, in every charm complete,
With rev'rence and delight I lay them down.
Monday, 5 July 2021
I learnt Emmy Noether’s Theorem at uni - Monika Herceg
Therefore I may suppose
that were both sinewy female flesh
Our features tell us
every day was a lonely Wednesday
as symmetrical as the hemispheres of our mind
Sunday, 4 July 2021
Pilgrim Song - Gerhard Tersteegen
On, O beloved children,
The evening is at hand,
And desolate and fearful
The solitary land.
Take heart! the rest eternal
Awaits our weary feet;
From strength to strength press onwards,
The end, how passing sweet!
Saturday, 3 July 2021
The Dawn - Lillian Ingonga
In the twilight (sic)
The first bird sings a melody
To break the darkness silence
Friday, 2 July 2021
On Health - Jan Kochanowski
My good and noble health,
Thou matter’st more then wealth.
None know’th thy worth until
Thou fad’st, and we fall ill.
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