Lay she naked in the sea - Anonymous

Lay she naked in the sea

All the salt would sweetened be.

Showed she in the sunset West

Eastward-praying Christian even

Would look back and think it best

So to gaze and lose his heaven.

I Saw Her Wandering - Francisco Pérez Perdomo

I saw her wandering 

amid the trees that swayed 

and fanned her pale beauty 

O lovely maid! - Bessiki

O lovely maid, all splendours fade before thy grace!

Soft ringlets deck thy ivory neck and godlike face.

In dreams I kiss thy lips, and bliss my bosom sways.

O radiant eyes, sweet heaven lies beneath your gaze!

Forget me ne'er, O maiden fair of sunlike rays!

Praise compared to vapour drawn upwards, and then descending in rain - Jalal al-Din Rumi

Though water be enclosed in a reservoir,

Yet air will absorb it, for 'tis its supporter;

It sets it free and bears it to its source,

Little by little, so that you see not the process.

Things That Give a Clean Feeling - Sei Shōnagon

An earthen cup. 

A new metal bowl. 

Dilemma - Emmanuel Monychol

Walking by the riverside, 

Imagining dark eyes, 

Tiny fish in Blue Ocean, 

Crocodiles struggling to feed, 

Hippos in the deep, 

Three dimensions - José Craveirinha

In the cabin …

the god of the machine

in cap and overalls

holds in his hand the secret of the pistons.

Jacaranda Crown - Zvisinei C. Sandi

In the burning heat of September

Amid the rank smell of garbage

Anger, the acrid smoke of racing cars

The Jacaranda, a glorious royal crown, blooms

A lavender crown over the Sunshine City

The singer - Anonymous

The singer 

And player.

The sanctified day 

Begins

Word in the Belly of the Word - Kewulay Kamara

Ignorance of the word

is ignorance of wisdom.

A Reminder to Myself - Jamyang Khyentse Chökyi Lodrö

At the feet of the father guru, I pay homage.

Embrace me at all times with compassion!

This body, a borrowed house of the four elements,

Does not last beyond a moment but swiftly perishes.

Life is as impermanent as a dewdrop upon the grass.

The enemy, the ferocious, demonic Lord of Death,

Waits before me even now, ready to receive me.

The Rowers - Sudesh Mishra

Inclement weather. We’re rowing between two rocks

For a third which is palpable yet unreachable.

The sculpture - Aminur Rahman

From the mist's dense cape

I carve your body's shape --

gendy sculpting, all morning.

Description of the Trees Beside an Unseen Reservoir - Ibrahim Sharif

misty dew hangs amongst the trees

that stand outside, by the reservoir

a little ocean in the middle of the ground,

Night settles on this mountain village - Ch'ŏn'gum

Night settles on this mountain village;

a dog barks way over there.

His robe was white like milk - Abu Nuwas

His robe was white like milk,

His eyes love-heavy underneath blue lids.

His cheeks the shadow of wine-coloured silk 

Thrown upon snow.

The Coming Judgment of the Wicked - Anonymous

The First Parable.

When the congregation of the righteous shall appear,

And sinners shall be judged for their sins,

And shall be driven from the face of the earth:

True Riches - Hesiod

Far richer he who dines on simple herbs,

And knows the sweet delight of perfect health,

Mirage - Ferdinand Freiligrath

All o’er the harbor gay with flags my restless eyes a-wandering go;

But thine, with laughing glances, seek the plume that droops across my brow!

“Fain of thy deserts I would hear, while waves are gurgling round the boat;

Come, paint me something of the land from whence that ostrich tuft was brought!”

Why, impious Herod - Coelius Sedulius

Why, impious Herod, shouldst thou fear

Because the Christ is come so near?

He who doth heavenly kingdoms grant

Thine earthly realm can never want.

Mailman - Buland al-Haidari

O mailman,

What is your desire of me?

I am far removed from the world,

Kuokkala - Benedikt Livshits

Roses in silken bouillon:

Opening onto the azure silk

A line of cabins on a yellow bed -

Shells of Aphrodite.

She - Bedros Tourian

Were not the rose’s hue like that which glows

On her soft cheek, who would esteem the rose?

When I want a shapeful dream - Balkrishna Sama

When I want a shapeful dream I write poetry,

And when I want a dreamlike shape I paint;

When I want you to speak to me I write poetry,

And when I want you to smile with me I paint;

The New Year - Anonymous

I am the little New Year, ho, ho! 

Here I come tripping it over the snow.

Shaking my bells with a merry din –

So open your doors and let me in!