Summer has come - Anonymous

Summer has come, healthy and free,

Whence the brown wood is aslope;

The slender nimble deer leap,

And the path of seals is smooth.

Song - Theognis of Megara

Muses and Graces! daughters of high Jove, 

When erst you left your glorious seats above 

To bless the bridal of that wondrous pair, 

Cadmus and Harmonia fair, 

Ye chanted forth a divine air: 

To my country - Jens Immanuel Baggesen

Thou spot of earth, where from the breast of woe 

My eye first rose, and in the purple glow 

Of morning, and the dewy smile of love, 

Mark'd the first gleamings of the power above: 

Bright Thoughts for a Dark Day - Pamelia Sarah Yule

Will the shadows be lifted to-morrow? — 

Will the sunshine come ever again? — 

Will the clouds, that are weeping in sorrow,

Their glorious beauty regain? 

Spring, and the sharpness of the golden dawn - Decimius Magnus Ausonius

Spring, and the sharpness of the golden dawn.

Before the sun was up a cooler breeze

Had blown, in promise of a day of heat,

And I was walking in my formal garden,

To freshen me, before the day grew old.

O soothe thy servants' woes, and bring (Placare Christe Servulis) - Rabanus Maurus

O soothe thy servants' woes, and bring 

Our souls to thee, most clement King; 

We seek before thy mercy seat 

The Virgin's intercession sweet. 

Heavenly Questions (Section 1) - Ch`u Yuan

'Tis said:

At the beginning of remote antiquity, 

Who was there to transmit the tale? 

When above and below had not yet taken shape, 

By what means could they be examined?

Man, a tree growing from Brahma - Yajnavalkya

As a tree of the forest, 

Just so, surely, is man. 

His hairs are leaves. 

His skin the outer bark. 

The Epic of Gilgamesh (The story of the Flood) - Anonymous

Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway:

"I have been looking at you,

but your appearance is not strange--you are like me!

On avarice - Hatim al-Tai

How frail are riches and their joys? 

Morn builds the heap which eve destroys; 

Yet can they leave one sure delight 

The thought that we've employ'd them right. 

Odin's Rune Song - Sæmundr Sigfússon

I know that I hung, on a wind-rocked tree, nine whole nights, with a spear wounded, and to Odin offered, myself to myself; on that tree, of which no one knows from what root it springs.

Holy Spirit, come and shine - Hermann Contractus

Holy Spirit, come and shine

Sweetly in this heart of mine,

With Thy heavenly love and light;

Come, Thou Father of the poor,

Come, Thou Giver, great and sure;

Come, and make my spirit bright!

The death of Hacon - Eyvindr skáldaspillir

Gondul and Skogul swiftly flew,

To chuse from Yngva’s boasted blood

What king should wend, with heroes slain.

To dwell in Odin’s rich abode.

The living God we praise - Moses ibn Ezra

The living God we praise, exalt, adore!

He was, He is, He will be evermore.

To my physician - Elisabeth Kulmann

Physician, cease thine effort! 

I speak and have no fear 

Thou canst no longer save me, 

I know that Death is near. 

Immortal Youth - Khushal Khattak

My two-and-sixty years are flown,

Swift years of sorrow and delight, 

Exile Diary (I956-I967) - Hasan Alizadeh

Perhaps the homeland was this:

A far lonely village,

in an empty window frame,

a dried narrow brook & the naked aspen,

Odyssey - Louise Vella

Odysseus sailed for nine long years,

Abandoning his sweetheart

Cold-hearted Penelope

Sunrise at Sanchi Stupa - Tishani Doshi

We were sitting outside the stupa that morning when the sun shone

down like a woman sweeping clear roads of dust

For a Little Sister, not to Grow - Zvisinei C. Sandi

Don’t grow Midi,

Remain gold

Don’t let the passing of the years

Turn you into yet

Some more waste

Eastward, the Sun - Adam Mickiewicz

Eastward, the sun arises clad in gold,

Westward, the waning moonbeam disappears;

This is me and my life - Akkina Downing

They said it’s time I settle down

If I can’t find a man of my own 

They will be pleased to help me with that

They’re going to find me my man 

Love Song - Nahabed Koutchak

Thy face is like a moon that shines on earth,

Like a thick night thy clustering tresses be;

Departure - Erik Axel Karlfeldt

The black woods murmur

like psalm singing around the leaning cross of the fathers,

and dull as a watchful bumblebee

behind the ridges fades the Avesta rapids.

Loveliest Poem - Arvo Turtiainen

The loveliest poem is born

when you are close to someone,

Now I appreciate it - Aline Gahongayire

He cleared all of my debts

What else can I say?

He gave me yet another new name

I am now His own child.

(Nobody knows) Why I loved Fascist - Eka Kevanishvili

I beg your pardon, but

All was well in the beginning

He looked like a guardian angel

Of mine

AmneSIA - Teresia Teaiwa

get real

we were always

just stepping stones

War is a Crime (Elegy XI) - Tibullus

Whoe'er first forged the terror-striking sword,

His own fierce heart had tempered like its blade.

What slaughter followed! Ah! what conflict wild!