A solitary swallow | * | and Spring's great worth is found |
It takes a lot of work | * | to make the sun tum round |
Their shoulders to the Wheels | * | it takes a thousand dead |
It also takes the living | * | to offer up their blood. |
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Sunday, 31 March 2024
Ode 4 - Odysseus Elytis
Saturday, 30 March 2024
To say you and I - Eduardo Milán
To say you and I is to enter the circus
there the lion, there the circle of monkeys,
Friday, 29 March 2024
You do not Want Me? - Gahuan-Beyg
You do not want me, Zohrah.
Is it because I am maimed?
Yet Tamour-leng was maimed,
Going on crippled feet,
And he conquered the vast of the world.
Thursday, 28 March 2024
Come, my beloved! - Muhammad din Tilai
Come, my beloved! And I say again: Come, my beloved!
The doves are moaning and calling and will not cease.
Come, my beloved!
Wednesday, 27 March 2024
Poetic Human Operation - Ophelia Alcantara Dimalanta
I write to you, you read me,
in the most distant strangeness,
under the skin and inside it,
blind lovers clinging to the signs.
Tuesday, 26 March 2024
Loneliness without remembering - Hérib Campos Cervera
Oh, cloud voice! Oh, Velvet!
Giving a name to your moss music
Monday, 25 March 2024
African Presidents - James O. Gaygay
Your empty promises surge our expectations
We swallow the lies your tongue preached
Our bellies became conceived by your deceits
Frustration, disappointment, and regrets are our sons and daughters
They play in the vicinity of our minds
You poli-tricked our minds with your political games
Sunday, 24 March 2024
Moral reflections (Sonnet XXI) - Vincenzo da Filicaja
Hebe once wild streams of false delight their source
Betray'd, this feeble heart inundating;
Turbid with eddies which vain passions bring;
Sense their dark fount; my breast their barren course.
Saturday, 23 March 2024
Kabirau, my Anointing Oil - Ueantabo Fakaofo
KABIRAU, KABIRAU
Sweet and pleasant is your scent
I seek to break my evil spell
Friday, 22 March 2024
Childhood was Mud-Play and Dirty Fingernails - Liyou Libsekal
I was born to a woman whose hands are washed with ritual
balancing act
temperatures and tempers
home grown versus raised afar,
Thursday, 21 March 2024
Brown Girl in the Ring - Linisa George
For most of my childhood,
I wanted to be the brown girl,
The pretty brown girl in the ring.
I knew I could never be the white girl,
So I dreamt and wished to be the brown girl.
Wednesday, 20 March 2024
On the Green Hill Summit - Tembong Denis Fonge
Atungong
Step by step and gently I ascend
The Green Hill hoping to step on the summit,
I rock, twist and painfully pull upward,
To this spot all day long,
For, from this point, I long,
And I aspire to survive.
Tuesday, 19 March 2024
We are the sons of Rizēg - Muhammad al Fagīr
We are the sons of Rizēg, our nickname is "handful of dust".
They destined us for destruction, behold we are alive,
Monday, 18 March 2024
Sunday, 17 March 2024
The Unity of Faith - Vemana
Kine are of divers colours, but they all milk the same;
Altar flowers are not alike, but worship is one flame;
Saturday, 16 March 2024
From: The Divine Pymander - Hermes Mercurius Trismegistus
A book have I written —
Not mine, but the book of the world;
For her sake
And the sake of her God,
Have I written these things.
Friday, 15 March 2024
Lust is loss - Kimbi Bismark
Lust has fathered children, who are lost
In nature, they infect the land like locust,
They have assaulted this gorgeous grape
And other fruits, without mercy, they rape.
Thursday, 14 March 2024
Wednesday, 13 March 2024
If my father were to speak at last - Loic Ekinga
Son,
I never imagined anything I planted
On my way here would grow as tall as you did
Let glory return to God—
Monday, 11 March 2024
Sunday, 10 March 2024
Wilt thou love God as He thee? - John Donne
Wilt thou love God as He thee? then digest,
My soul, this wholesome meditation,
Saturday, 9 March 2024
Poplar Trees - Jovan Dučić
Why tonight the poplars rustle that way?
So passionately, so strange? Why they rustle so?
The yellow moon slowly sets behind the hills,
Distant and black, like a foreboding; and dreams
Friday, 8 March 2024
News Paper - Laxmi Prasad Devkota
Newspaper covers world news
Also expresses its own views
But tilts like leaning tower of Pisa.
Thursday, 7 March 2024
The Soul Has a Message - Alemtsehay Wodajo
From the time she arrives, until the time she leaves her borrowed body,
the soul has a message, a role to perform and the means to perform it:
Wednesday, 6 March 2024
My Dearest Mommie - Lord Cam
She is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son
Tuesday, 5 March 2024
School - Briceida Cuevas Cob
And the ants that sing, laugh, dance
and play in circles, began to cry.
She was born a woman, one on whom they
threw boiling water when she appeared
in the kitchen.1
Monday, 4 March 2024
El Charro - José Santos Chocano
A coat of silk, cheap jewels he loves to flaunt,
Some tawdry lace that serves him for a frill:
He grasps a pistol butt, and seems to taunt
The world and grip it in his ugly will.
Sunday, 3 March 2024
Fouzti, prayer poem - Sheikh Ahmadou Bamba
O you my Lord may glad tiding forever be on Jesus and on His Mother Mary throughout this Poem.
O You Who Said: Make no distinctions between any of My Prophets!
Saturday, 2 March 2024
Love Song For Words - Nazik al-Malaika
Why do we fear words
when they have been rose-palmed hands,
fragrant, passing gently over our cheeks,
and glasses of heartening wine
sipped, one summer, by thirsty lips?
Friday, 1 March 2024
Sleeping on the Street - Yi Byeong-Ryul
Removing your clothes like old newsprint
I lay you down raw on a damp mattress and look down on you.