Say to the Tomb - Bios Diallo

And

Say to the tomb, without pride

Here the poem ends

Skin lights - Louisa April

The street lights wink at me

their dim glow barely

illuminates my silhouette

my faulty being

my black skindedness

Where am I from? - Kadia Diarra

Where am I from?

I am from this city where lived ASKIAS¹ for centuries

Thirsting – Nicole Enwonwu

Take a sip from me

Sip from the depths of my wells.

Freedom - Elie Rajaonarison

You are spoken of

as if a streetwalker

on streets to nowhere

in city markets
so consciences may rest sleep

Asking - Deolinda Rodrigues

Cold-blooded murderer,

commie spy,

woman playing at politics,

whore.

Let my pen - Djibril Sall

Let my pen

gather the pollen

from SPIRIT’S flower:

This World Open - Mohamed Sehaba

After infinite abandonments this world open.

Nothing but the cold isthmus, nothing but the sea

that abandons everything and embraces only death.

Death - Leetile Disang Raditladi

When I heard that he is dead I was shocked,

My marrow melted, I dropped a tear,

The earth darkened, it rotated,

My eye shone like a star,

Outside Town - Yu Pangsŏn

I live close to town;

I do as I please: joy illimited!

The Old Woman's Message - Kumalau Tawali

Stick these words in your hair

and take them to Polin and Manuai

my sons:

the ripe fruit falls and returns

to the trunk - its mother.

Spring and Women - Walter von der Vogelweide

When the flowers in the grass are springing, 

Smiling up as if to greet the dawn, 

Early in the morn in time of May; 

And the merry birds are gaily singing 

In their sweetest wise, what joy is born 

For the world, to speed its happy day! 

To his Wife - Decimius Magnus Ausonius

Love, let us live as we have lived, nor lose

The little names that were the first night’s grace,

Easter Week - Charles Kingsley

See the land, her Easter keeping,

    Rises as her Maker rose.

Damætas - Lord George Byron

In law an infant, and in years a boy,

In mind a slave to every vicious joy;

Good Friday, A.D. 33 - Katharine Tynan

Mother, why are people crowding now and staring?

    Child, it is a malefactor goes to His doom,

To the high hill of Calvary He's faring,

    And the people pressing and pushing to make room

          Lest they miss the sight to come.

Graves of Meaning - Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

A female forest is breaking off relations

In an ambiguous music and wearing red colors

Until I have ascertained that water

Partially represented my shape.

Lord of the Flies - Duy Quang Mai

10:07 at central station,

platform one, too many

overcoats. walked

wide steps. lord of the

flies, roslyn theatre.

Forget (Arua) Remember (Pakwac) - Gloria Kiconco

Forget how the rolling hills stopped rolling and began unfolding

into flatlands. You have left the badlands.

A Quiet Palm Sunday - Michelo Mweetwa

On a humble donkey he once rode

Thunderous crowds by the road

Liberation they craved or

A salvation he gave forth

Sacred Woman - Halima Xudoyberdiyeva

Your lovers have thrown flowers at your feet,

In solitude they have tasted honey from your lips,

And they have sold it to anyone at all,

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

Can You? - Nicolás Guillén

Can you sell me the air as it slips through your fingers

As it slaps at your face and untidies your hair?

Perhaps you could sell me fivepennyworth of wind

or more, perhaps sell me a storm?

No one is doing good - Prince Koloni

Jah will put them to shame for they don't call on Jah

They do not call on Jah name

Working all day, dreaming at night - Jit Narain

Working all day, dreaming at night –

Aja’s appearance is something like mine.

Recognize Blackman - Erwin Jones

Black man!

Take a Look

Take a Good Look!

Sketch #1 - Claudia Torres

Evening weaves its silence

along the narrow borders of the houses.

It conceals sharp edges

with the advancing sound of dense night.

Looking for Trouble - Roque Dalton

The night of my first political cell meeting it rained

my way of dripping was celebrated by four

or five characters straight out of a Goya painting

The kingdom of the Gandharaka ruler - Kunchan Nambiar

The kingdom of the Gandharaka ruler

Has turned into a mere desert.

Making Peace - Rafael Cadenas

Let’s come to an agreement, poem.

I’ll stop forcing you to say what you don’t mean

and you won’t resist my desires.