untitled - Taras Shevchenko

As the sun sets and hills grow dark,

as the birdsong ends and fields fall silent,

as the people laugh and take their rest,

I watch.

Who Will Buy Me Certainty? - Hanane Aad

I am the Eternally Anxious One

Who will buy me certainty?

Where can I obtain the serenity of silence?

Autumn - Giovanni

It’s morning time: leaves

lie restfully on the ground.

Guinea - Jacques Roumain

It’s the long road to Guinea

death takes you down.

Here are the boughs, the trees, the forest.

Listen to the sound of the wind in its long hair

            of eternal night.

My Dear Hina! - Peni Latu

I shall tell you so that all may know

Of the dream that appeared in my mind

My most precious bread cast upon the water

Drifting further afar and into oblivion

While walking up Back Street - Debra Providence

While walking up Back Street

in green tank, yellow mesh T-shirt

and loose blue jeans

a copper hails me from

the other side of the street,

The Word of the Cross - Paulinus of Nola

Look on thy God, Christ hidden in our flesh,

A bitter word, the cross, and bitter sight:

Hard rind without, to hold the heart of heaven.

The Cry of the Bird - Nimrod Bena Djangrang

I wanted to be overcome with silence

I abandoned the woman I love

I closed myself to the bird of hope

Don’t! - Santina

Don’t!

Don’t talk about justice

Picket Fence - Michael Donhauser

It is first of all, has been, here separates me picket by picket.

From you, if anything like "in back of: in front of" still existed.

My Tiger Stripes - Njabulo N.

My beautiful skin has marks,

Marks like the tiger stripes,

Forming uneven lines,

They may disgust you but they are fine.

Mt. Paektu (Prologue) - Jo Ki Chon

Friends and brothers! Thirty millions!

Today must my voice be heard!

Prologue - Hemayel Martina

Behold this naked harvest

Of unripe eyes

Ripening

On the gentle, gradual

Compass of time

The Heart's Desire - Namdev

O God, my cry comes up to thee,- 

How sad a cry is it ! 

What is this tragic destiny 

That fate for me has writ ? 

Those good old days - Erna Loraine Narcisso Walters

Tell me about those good old days

when there were railroads, sawmills and ways,

when there were jobs to pick and to choose,

where everyone gained no one lose.

the words that I give you - Daniel Maximin

the words that I give you imagine that you dream

Rosalina - Michael Slory

The beads of your eyes

are crystal clear,

clearer than rain water,

What I Am - Undjizuva Kaputjaza

The most precious present ever presented to me

Was this moment

In which I shed a frozen tear

While drowning in a golden sunset.

Let us not talk of the price - Amanda Aizpuriete

Let us not talk of the price.

You have beautiful eyes.

Such eyes can buy

half the world.

Terrifying Perfection - Alpha Chizuzu

Your little hand clings on to my finger 

Yearning for comfort

Your eyes open wide, your vision still blurry

Your face, not fully formed

Sinking like a rock in the sea - Feng-kan (Big Stick)

Sinking like a rock in the sea

drifting through the Three Worlds

Le spleen de Buja - Adams Sinarinzi

This country has nothing left for many

Other than this lyrical cry

A melancholy leading into an abyss

Maiden of the Rainbow (Rune VIII) - Elias Lönnrot

Pohyola's fair and winsome daughter, 

Glory of the land and water, 

Sat upon the bow of heaven, 

On its highest arch resplendent, 

In a gown of richest fabric, 

In a gold and silver air-gown, 

Weaving webs of golden texture, 

My Hand - Grand Master Masese

My hand,

My bread winner

I deeply feel your pain

Now that they catch you at night

In Mukuru

Seeking to get what you harvested

Fallen Leaves - Mariama Khan

The moon heaves under a scarlet night

Sorrow on her chest

Yesterday’s song was hollow and grey

Carmina Minora VII (LXXXVII) Statue of a Chariot - Claudian

Who had the skill to fashion so many figures 

out of one block of marble?