He Meditates On The Life Of A Rich Man - Lady Augusta Gregory

A golden cradle under you, and you young;

A right mother and a strong kiss.

Like Sand - Ahmet Kaya

In the garbage dumps seagulls used to cry

While we laughed along with you

Bombs used to rain down on the city every night

While we made love without stopping

The Angels in our countryside - Anonymous

The Angels in our countryside

Sing the hymn of heaven,

It echoes from the mountainside,

Repeats this tuneful song:

Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Gloria in excelsis Deo!

In the Absence of Water - Luljeta Lleshanaku

It’s Sunday. On the soles of shoes

walking in the hallway

snow turns to plasma, and the memories of roads disappear.

A path to the Sea - Krzeslawa Skrzypczynska

Gadgets

I love those our gadgets

color ones,

although alike;

First Poem, Possession in Dream - Eunice Odio

Come

Beloved

I will savor you with joy.

You will dream of me tonight.

Broken Line - Art Ó Súilleabháin

He had been fishing with three flies for the first time

cast in a dignified loop behind his head,

made the ‘whishing’ sound that indicated all was right.

Let the wind run the line through the rings.

Marta Haileyesus - untitled

This poem is about the (sometimes) fleeting nature of romantic love, which in its stage of infatuation can awaken and deeply excite the soul.

where our protest sound - Lenelle Moïse

jazz is underwater

vodou atlantis mute

aborted ultrasound

fetal fish in flood

 

South of my Days - Judith Wright

South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country,

rises that tableland, high delicate outline

of bony slopes wincing under the winter,

the skin I love - Louis-Philippe Dalembert

I love skin

cracked skin

stretch-marked skin

The Coming of Morn - Charles Heavysege

See how the Morn awakes. Along the sky

Proceeds she with her pale, increasing light,

Love, Who in the first beginning - Johannes Engel

Love, Who in the first beginning

Man in thine own likeness made;

Love, Who, when we fell by sinning,

Raised us up no more afraid;

Henceforth I myself resign,

Love, to be for ever thine.

Precipitation is Upon Us - Denny Moonde

Precipitation is upon us

Hoe in hand, turn soil upside down.

In the Name of God - Ahmed Abdul Hussein

You, well of thirst,

Black treasure in the wolf’s mouth,

Let your lamp, that speaks miracles, light the name of Iraq. 

Of course you are still looking for sea glass - Rosanna Montemayor

​you were six when you dropped 

      mama’s vase in the kitchen then buried its shards

            in the tide. Sometimes

Halfway to a House - Rosa Alice Branco

I take light from the closet drawers. The first day

of fall. And all those years at the bottom.

One who lost everything - David Diop

I

The sun was shining in my hut

And my women were beautiful and supple

Like palm trees in the evening breeze.

Is it the night of power - Bibi Hayati

Is it the night of power

Or only your hair?

Is it dawn

Or your face?

Small Stories - Olya Stoyanova

She likes to write notes –

“I love you” to her husband,

“I’m thinking of you” to her child,

“Thank you” to her mother.

11:55 - Kendel Hippolyte

What is the time?

It is the time of Waiting

Legend - Anuradha Majumdar

Man is legend

Each atom child.

Ode to Things That Cut - Marial Awendit

I may allow you to play a wolf

Heavy with the want

To be intentionally mistaken for a dove,

And any furred bits to name you wolf

Can meet shredding fury.

The Fair Little Maiden - Dora Sigerson Shorter

There is one at the door, Wolfe O'Driscoll,

  At the door, who bids you to come!

"Who is he that wakes me in the darkness,

  Calling when all the world is dumb?"

Haft Seen - Shakila Azizzada

If it weren’t for the clouds,

I could

pick the stars

one by one

from this brief sky,