Hope and Faith - Isaac Leib Perez

Hope! Not distant is the Springtime,

  Butterflies will soon be winging—

In new nests the merry songsters

  Their new songs will soon be singing.

On The Inexpressible Gift of the Holy Spirit - Catharine Regina vim Greiffenberg

You unseen lightning, flash of light in darkness,

 heart-filling strength, an Essence inconceivable.

 Something divine dwells in my spirit,

 stirring and moving me: I feel a rare light.

Winter - Seamus O'Sullivan

Why will you plague me with your loveliness? 

     Can you not see 

How vain is every grace and each caress? 

     Prithee let be. 

On Losing A Pencil In French River (Sonnet XIII) - George Jehoshaphat Mountain

Ah! river named of France, let reason judge,

  My silver-mounted implement to thee,

If I am greatly blameable to grudge,

  Seized, swallow'd, as by ocean, plunderer free;

October in New Zealand - Jessie Mackay

O June has her diamonds, her diamonds of sheen,

Meet for a queen’s neck, if Death had e’er a queen!

Sonnet - Domingos Maximiano Torres

Mariella, dear, but, O, ungrateful fair!

Look on the sea serene null calmly bright, —

A Chant on the Mustard Hut - Trần Minh Tông

The Mustard Hut is extremely small. Barely room for the knee.

Peaceful and drowsy, the day moves on by itself. 

Animals do not come. The spring day is tranquil. 

The page sat in the lofty tower - Jens Peter Jacobsen

The page sat in the lofty tower

Gazing at the distance,

Rhyming of a love song

On his love and longing,

News Has Come - Maironis

"News has just come in from Prussia:

  Saddle up your horse!

Knights are heading for our country

  With a mighty force.

An Australian girl - Ethel Castilla

She has a beauty of her own, 

A beauty of a paler tone 

   Than English belles. 

Pebbles - Marfuga Aitkhozha

How beautiful and rounded the pebbles are.

The water hides them beneath its waves.

The Nature of Heaven and Earth - Chu Hsi

When we speak of the Nature of Heaven and Earth 

we refer specifically to Law; 

when we speak of the Physical  Nature 

we refer to Law and Either combined. 

Song of Songs: I. The Poet’s Vision - Frauenlob

Listen! I saw a vision:

a Lady on a throne.

Great with child, that woman

wore a wondrous crown.

O soul, with storms beset - Solomon ibn Gabirol

O soul, with storms beset! 

Thy griefs and cares forget. 

Why dread earth's transient woe, 

When soon thy body in the grave unseen 

Shall be laid low, 

And all will be forgotten then, as though 

It had not been ? 

Evening - Stephen Lubega

Never has the death of a poet 

Been tolled by all the world,

God’s work on earth, though,

Has its universal funeral in the west, 

Recurrent grave of day’s mighty soul.

Alas! alas! when in a garden fair - Moschus

Alas! alas! when in a garden fair

  Mallows, crisp dill, or parsley yields to fate,

  These with another year regerminate;

Love in Kyiv - Natalka Bilotserkivets

More terrible is love in Kyiv than

Magnificent Venetian passions. Butterflies

Fly light and maculate into bright tapers –

Dead caterpillars’ brilliant wings aflame!

Night Thoughts While Traveling - Du Fu

A light breeze rustles the reeds

Along the river banks. The

Mast of my lonely boat soars

As always me - Shrinivási

As always me

farmer, peasant, kunukeru

admiring the annual growth rings

in the cross section cut of a tree trunk

revealing the good and bad years

Underside of Knowing - Soyini Forde

Branches draped elegiac,

possessive as lovers.

The Tomb of Anacreon - Simonides of Amorgos

Mother of purple grapes, soul-soothing vine,

Whose verdant boughs their graceful tendrils twine:

Season of the Northers - Jose-Maria de Heredia

The weary summer’s all-consuming heat

Is tempered now; for from the frozen pole

The freed north-winds come fiercely rushing forth,

Wrapt in their mantles, misty, dim, and frore,

While the foul fever flies from Cuba’s shore.

A Great and Mighty Wonder - Germanus of Constantinople

 A great and mighty wonder,

a glorious mystery:

a virgin bears an infant

who veils his deity.

Girl-Gladness - Zora Bernice May Cross

It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills,

And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now,

The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills,

Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow.