The parish church - Julio Herrera y Reissig

In blessed silence vegetates the place;

The wax-faced virgins sleep in their attire

Of vivid velvets and discoloured wire

And Gabriels trumpet wearies on his face.

Crossing the Ngang Pass - Bà Huyện Thanh Quan

The sun sets just as I reach the Ngang Pass,
Where plants jostle with rocks, flowers with leaves.

Narrow Street - Judita Vaičiūnaitė

Where the yard like a sea shell guards
        the tiny graceful church,
where green shutters and windows open
        onto the sooty snow,
on the pavement's cross section,

The Five Senses - Philomena Isitoto

I like the smell of new-ripened oranges;
And newly picked yellow pumpkin;
The sweet smell of roasted pig;
The colourless smell of hot taro;
The passing salt breeze of the sea;
And the scent of flowering shrubs.

Leavetaking - Ibn Jakh

On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.

They - Onchoka Ongoro

In the town’s shadows, they paraded
Like overlooked heroes on an unwritten script.

Opening - Kewulay Kamara

Peace!
We’ve gathered in the name of Allah
May we disperse in the name of Allah.
Let it be.

The Words of the Candle - Naim Frashëri

Here among you have I risen,
And aflame am I now blazing,
Just a bit of light to give you,
That I change your night to daytime,

Ultima Thule Sendeth Greeting: Part III - Matthías Jochumsson

Hear, Albion,
hear peoples all,
an old man’s words 

from Ultima Thule! 

Ultima Thule Sendeth Greeting: Part II - Matthías Jochumsson

Young was I wont —

now four-score years— 

to fashion words
in Odin’s tongue;

Ultima Thule Sendeth Greeting: Part I - Matthías Jochumsson

Hail to thee, Albion! 

Ultima Thule
sendeth salutem

Bygones cannot by bygones - Faustas Kirsa

Bygones cannot by bygones.
Only streets and squares have forgotten the smell of fire.
Only fields
have forgotten the taste of blood.

Of the text - Juan Calzadilla

           Some have experienced the feeling of poetry to such an extreme degree that the fact of having expressed it in their lives with the same intensity by which they would like to have written it, has incapacitated them and, for that reason, exempted them from putting it into words.

Get Down Ye Angels - John Agard

Get down ye angels from the heights.
Try a few of earth’s numinous delights:
the orgiastic rustling of the grass.
The wind’s brazen feather tickling your arse.

Roses - Suzanne Urbanczyk

Roses are red
Violets are blue

A beautiful start to the end of the world - María Turrero-García

No embers fell from the sky

No bells were heard

Lucky Men - Partaw Naderi

When your star is unseen in this desolate sky,
your despair itself becomes a star.

Ulysses - Miguel Ángel Asturias

Close friend of dreams, Ulysses,
Returned to his fog-bound destiny,
A homecoming from foreign countries,
Back to his own. A salty memory.

Hero and Leander - Musaeus Grammaticus

Neighbours that faced across the narrowing seas,
Lay Sestos and Abydos, and on these
Love bent his bow; a single arrow flamed.

Today I do not want to be a doctor - Glenn Colquhoun

Today I do not want to be a doctor.
Nobody is getting any better.
Those who were well are sick again
and those who were sick are sicker.

Puddles - Uroš Zupan

At 8.10 in the morning I was exactly
43 years old. Long blots of sunlight
are broken off by sharpened shadows. The clouds

Blinded by Love - Rycha Heemachal Devi

I wandered like a lost soul on a velvet dark night,
searching for the moon to illuminate my life.

The Wishes - Johannes Ewald

All hail, thou new year, that apparell'd in sweetness 
Now spring'st like a youth from eternity's breast! 
Oh! say, dost thou come from the bright throne of greatness, 
Our herald of merey, of gladness, and rest! 

Splashes of Light - Mahmud Yussop

It is in times of darkness
That the brightest splashes of light are seen
Just as the dreamer is awakened
He sees the brilliance of day

Snow Fell On Winter Gardens - Galaktion Tabidze

Snow fell on winter gardens,
a coffin was brought out
and the standards unfolded
caught by the dishevelled breeze.

To Ausonius - Paulinus of Nola

I, through all chances that are given to mortals,
      And through all fates that be,
So long as this close prison shall contain me,
      Yea, though a world shall sunder me and thee,

Once the wind - Shake Keane

Once the wind said to the sea 

"I am sad."

And the sea said "Why?"

Babylon - A G Stephens

Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon endures
Wherever human wisdom shines or human folly lures;
Where lovers lingering walk beside, and happy children play,
Is Babylon! Babylon! for ever and for aye.