People are deaf
they cover their ears for not to hear
the taken life
Monday, 21 July 2025
We Care in Silence - Ghenname Zohra
Sunday, 20 July 2025
Empty Me of Everything But Your Love - Abdullah Ansari
Lord, send me staggering with the wine
Of Your love!
Of Your love!
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
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
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.
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
said the beginning and end of
wisdom
is in the smoking of a cigarette
you laughed
Monday, 14 July 2025
GSIS XIII: 745 - Izumi Shikibu
If completely
Cold were we
Cold were we
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?
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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?
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
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;
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”.
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
On the carefully planned dwellings of death
When Israel’s body rose dissolved in smoke
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