Odysseus at home - Yiorgos Chouliaras

Using as everyone knows my cunning
I left my shadow at sea
and returned immediately to Ithaca.

When time holds its breath - Mathalea Ntaote

From yester ashes, tomorrow blooms in a single breath
Time is a river, unyielding and wide,
A winding path that swallows the goal

The Ungay Science – Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Maturity. that terrible gift
whose giver, giving it, takes away
all the spontaneous joy of receiving
under the icy shade of a headstone–

Exodus from Ireland - Marwan Makhoul

I arrived in Ireland and my coat cried out:
You’ve gone abroad, my friend, but left me at home!

New Love - Louise Otto-Peters

When, with new glowing feelings and fervent longing,
Love mounts like sunrise into the heart,
There, in praise of new deeds, awaken new songs
That, in wondrous melodies, break the long silence within.

And then no more - James Clarence Mangan

I saw her once, one little while, and then no more:
’Twas Eden’s light on Earth a while, and then no more.

Fruits - Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo

You may choose
among the fruits of the perfumed season;
but this is what I will show you:
two plump mangos
where you may suck the sun melted within.

Problem - Goodwill Siboniso Mkhwanazi

Life yearned for by multitudes
A ceremony of the first fruits
That causes both young and old
To walk up and down

Women’s Chorus - Aristophanes

They're always abusing the women,
As a terrible plague to men:
They say we’re the root of all evil,
And repeat it again and again;

African Poem - Antonio Agostinho Neto

There on the horizon the fire
and the dark silhouettes of the imbondeiro trees
with their arms raised
in the air the green smell of burnt palm trees

The death ceremony - Jack Lahui

He has fallen out of the parade of life,
So we farewell him with pints of precious tears,
Embroid the log in his best attire,
Smear the motionless figure with odorous spice.

Dear God, I’ve not finished yet - Magda Isanos

Dear God, I’ve not finished yet
The song you sang me when we met.
Don’t send me angels of fire and ice
Every evening, sometimes twice.

Lightly - Ángela Hernández Núñez

In innocence, eternity is possible.

But I have loved in haste,
with the attentiveness of objects that fly away.
I find myself saying, close the doors.

After having you - Carlos Bahr

After having you,
What reason is there to think of time,
how many hours have passed or remain?

I hope so much - Mas'ud-i Sa'd-i Salmān

I am a fallen person in a thousand sorrows
In each breath my life's looking to end

Separation - Iqbal Tamimi

She sketched him in the froth of her coffee,
Hoping he would never leave.
She could not turn off the siren
Or the storm that leapt
Inside her cup.
She saw soldiers
Chasing him down the track,
Ordering him to surrender.
The shackles howled;
There was no turning back.

Tongue - Lee Jang-wook

Put out your tongue.
I’ll give you a lump of sugar.
Every time something reaches your soft stomach from enamel teeth
a process of transformation is required
in order to maximize its nutritional value,
to make everything one.

The Mother the Woman - Martinus Nijhoff

I went to Bommel to see the bridge.
I saw the new bridge. Two opposite sides
that in the past appeared to avoid each other,
are again neighbors. But in the few moments

And nothing remains - Fadwa Tuqan

We are together tonight,
But you'll be hidden from me tomorrow
By the cruelty of this life.

I have loved thee - Bedros Tourian

It was the hour of dew and light;
In heaven a conflagration cold
Of roses burned, instead of clouds;
There was a rain of pearls and gold.

Whirlwind - José Rótulo

I live not knowing how I can resist
This fever that clings to your love.
They are whirlwinds with your name and my madness,
with your laugh and my bitterness, that torture my being.

Spring Beginning - Po Chü-i

The snow melts, days are each time hotter,

Nemea 2 - Pindar

Even as the Homeridai, 
the rhapsode singers of stories, for the greater part 
begin with a prelude to Zeus, so this man also 
is given his first choral for victory in the sacred games at Nemea 
in Zeus' grove, the much-besung. 

Go out, my heart, and seek delight - Paulus Gerhardt

Go out, my heart, and seek delight,
In this dear summer time so bright,
In God’s abundance daily;
The beauty of these gardens see,
And look, how they for me and thee
Have decked themselves so gaily.

The trees with spreading leaves are blessed,
The earth her dusty rind has dressed
In green so young and tender.
Narcissus and the tulip fair
Are clothed in raiment far more rare
Than Solomon, in splendour.

Possibilities - Kadyr Myrza Ali

They tell you
the snow is melting.
Is the winter just sweating, in fact?

Cupid sneezing in his flight - Catullus

Cupid sneezing in his flight, 
Once was heard upon the right. 

Boding woe to lovers true;

This Summer Was Different - Rumi Ullidov

This summer was different
For there were no sunny days
Nor starry nights
Van Gogh would cough and be sick

Serenata - Miloš Crnjanski

Hear, the moon weeps, young and yellow.
Listen to me, darling, the last time.
I will die, so when you want me,
do not shout my name on the sunset.