uncontained - Zaim Allal

turning for the door, tears began streaming	●●	tears as I crossed the threshold
tears till I felt tired	●●	and I walked on that asphalt

A to Z - Gaarriye

Caalin, listen, I'm going to travel

From A to Z carried by language -

The alphabet, alive on the page.

 

The First call / Army of Termites - Alinane ‘Naphi’ Mphande

Slowly I watched it grow

From a speck to a row

Mesmerized I watched as they came

One, two, three, four, scores and scores of them

Instructions on Survival - Suricia Yatiana Conteh

Arms outstretched so far it

embraces the Sahara desert,

not minding the scorching heat

as it tortures her like a thief.

Where naught is still - Bayo Akomolafe

Oh! to speak of worlds hidden in magic sight

Lost between a whisper and a sigh

Wooden Sculpture from the Sixteenth Century - João Miguel Fernandes Jorge

The father, the son, missing only the holy spirit.

maybe for this reason this Trinity in the museum of Angra

emits most passionately an aura of the divine Nazarene.

Mandjou - Salif Keïta

Mandjou, don’t cry

Son of Alpha Touré, don’t cry

Mandjou, don’t cry

Son of Mother Minata Fadiga, don’t cry

Mandjou, don’t cry

Andrée Touré’s husband, don’t cry

Mandjou, don’t cry

André Madou’s father, don’t cry

I’ve come with hope; it’s not yet time to cry

Mandjou, God knows you are right like gold.

Birä - Jeanne Dalena

war; what a chaos for my motherland

why do butterflies suddenly turn to bullets

and hope to lies?

In The Grey Hair of Soyinka - Adjei Agyei-Baah

There’s something mystical

About your grey hair, Baba

Not in its seductive whiteness

Your flower that continues

To bloom on high

Even in its twilight years.

Many A Cold Season - Tsegaye Gebre-Medhin

Many a flower has blossomed and plucked 

Since we last said good-bye 

Many a cold season has come and gone... 

No, it was not the good-bye that hurt 

Not the under breath curse we parted with but the question 

Whether or not we had parted at all. 

Batswana Land - Leetile Disang Raditladi

My heart is in the land of the Batswana 

To hunt steenbok and duiker; 

My heart is not really in the Western land, 

It is far away in the bushes.

And it was here — it was autumn - Vladimir Solovyov

And it was here — it was autumn —

When I told Her: “Divine Flower,

I feel Your touch! But why have you hidden Yourself

From my sight since I was a boy?”

This Is It, Your - Magdalena Horvat

poem without any aim or pretension

to be another source of your tension—

a post-apocalyptic poem that no one

will read anyway;

Fairy Tale - Aspazija

On a teensy weensy pony

rides the fairy tale;

Always in a big, big hurry,

wielding a golden whip.

The Farm, from Pan Tadeusz - Adam Mickiewicz

O Lithuania, my native land, 

you are like health--so valued when lost 

beyond recovery; let these words now stand

restoring you, redeeming exile's cost.

In winter - Maksim Bahdanovich

Hail, frosty evening, ringing, calling,

Hail, crunching crisp, soft spread of snow,

No snowstorm blows, the wind has fallen,

And freely the light sledges go.

Not a star - Grigore Vieru

Not a star is poor

As long as it is seen

Not a nation being needy

As long as it has a song, a speech.

This Humanity, a Tale - Ali Znaidi

This humanity, this diversity

like endless lightning through

the night.

He said, don't sleep - Dunash ben Labrat

He said, "Don't sleep. Drink old wine

with myrrh and lilies, henna and aloes,

in an orchard of pomegranates, palm, and vines

full of pleasant plants and tamarisks, to the hum of fountains

and the throb of lutes,

to the sound of singers, flutes, and lyres.

Charity - Ivan Blatný

Hearken, the rivers won’t be frozen this winter

or nearly any other winter for that matter

this is a milde climate

Have You Been at Carrick? - Edward Walsh

Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?

And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright, and fair?

The Surpassing of Danger - Yannis Ritsos

Every so often a star or a voice

falls so deep, that he supports himself

on the railing of the balcony or holding a hand

(if there is a hand) lest he collapse inside himself.

Zehaal-E-Miskeen - Amir Khosrow

Do not overlook my misery,

by blandishing your eyes and weaving tales,

My patience has over-brimmed, O sweetheart!

Full Moon - Fabio Fiallo

Over the green prairie, with hushed voices,

    We wandered, she and I.

The moon rose clear and bright above the mountain,

    The nightingale was singing to the sky.

Table talk - Manuel Magallanes Moure

The little old lady laughs like a little girl, going

On with the tale of this and that happy day.

Says the little old lady, “Oh, what times were they

When I fell in love without Grandmother’s knowing!"

Winter barley - Kim Su-yeong

My body hurts

So I stagger in the sun.

My body hurts

So I stagger in the sun.

Absurd - Bouchra Yassine

Soon ...

Very soon, my friend ...

We will discover that all the optimists

Are insane more than any absurdity.

I Don't Feel At Home Where I Am - Regina Derieva

I don't feel at home where I am,

or where I spend time; only where,

beyond counting, there's freedom and calm,

Since you attended my funeral, I’ll also attend yours - Beverley Nambozo Nsengiyunva

Since you attended my funeral, I’ll also attend yours

I’ll arrive just before the coffin

Enters the church

And join the line of weepers.

The room - Reinaldo Perez Só

The room

is

empty

How Many Kisses: to Lesbia - Catullus

Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours

would be enough and more to satisfy me.