Venice masks

Monday, 21 July 2025

We Care in Silence - Ghenname Zohra

People are deaf
they cover their ears for not to hear
the taken life

Sunday, 20 July 2025

Friday, 18 July 2025

The Bells - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

Alone all night I watched the stars 
        through the opening in my Cave, 
And the springing rays of the Northern 
        Light came as welcome guests to 
        my door, 

Thursday, 17 July 2025

I saw my hand - Oktay Rifat

While drinking water I saw my hand
Softly fuzzed with pink holes
I said hi there, hi there hand of mine
Pick up a wineglass pick up a fork pick up a pencil
And when the time comes avoid
Picking up a sword picking up a gun
My brave young lad my lion my lovely one

Wednesday, 16 July 2025

My land - Martin Camaj

When I die, may I turn into grass
On my mountains in spring,
In autumn I will turn to seed.

Tuesday, 15 July 2025

Obstinate - Ephrem Seyoum

When your good-for-nothing lover
said the beginning and end of
wisdom
is in the smoking of a cigarette
you laughed

Sunday, 13 July 2025

Oh, teach me - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Oh, teach me, thou forest, to testify glad,
As in autumn the gloom of thy yellowing leaf,
That my spring cometh back after winter the sad,
That my tree gleameth green after mournfulness brief.
The roots of my tree stand strong, deep, and divine
In eternity's summer; oh, why then repine?

Saturday, 12 July 2025

Lift the goblets, loud and glinting - Jens Peter Jacobsen

Lift the goblets, loud and glinting
That the burgundy is tinting
Red as dusky rubies are.

Friday, 11 July 2025

Let him be - Hazeem Hazmi

The boy that walks alone from school
You see him not knowing how he feels
He sits there empty away all that is real
You don’t know anything

Thursday, 10 July 2025

Looking over the sheep one evening - Danzangiin Nyamsüren

The shapes of homesteads, like a hundred white sheep,
blench the summer pastures like a growth of mushrooms.

Wednesday, 9 July 2025

Caprice (A Summer’s Day, Sydney Harbour) - Louis Esson

Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight,
Veils of colour blent and blown
In melodic monotone.

Tuesday, 8 July 2025

Past Joys - Rodriguez Lobo

Dear Tagus, what immeasurable space
Our present from our former lot divides!
Glassy of yore, now turbid are thy tides,
Once smiles my brow adorned, now tears deface.

Monday, 7 July 2025

Pleading - Arthur Leslie Salmon

Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland,
Home in the dusk, and speak to me again?
Tell me the stories that I am forgetting,
Quicken my hope, and recompense my pain?

Friday, 4 July 2025

Definitions - Sara Vanégas Coveña

Memory is a bird
migrating
between my heart and the void

Thursday, 3 July 2025

The Song of the Heavens, the Stars, Schumann and My Wife - Hanuš Jelínek

Du meine Seele . . .
The heavens have cried their golden tears,
They have cried so still, they have cried;

Wednesday, 2 July 2025

In her shoes - Asante Lucy Mtenje

In her shoes, those shoes,
those two sizes too big,
worn out “kanavasi”
she drags along to the dumpsters
to rummage through the wilting,
rusty banana and mango peels,
disregarding the stench and the flies
that hover around her long
after she has retired to “bed”.

Tuesday, 1 July 2025

O the Chimneys - Nelly Sachs

O the chimneys
On the carefully planned dwellings of death
When Israel’s body rose dissolved in smoke