The Archer - R. H. Lola Koundakjian

It is a sharp, shining
cupid's point I aim
at your heart and draw

Loch Uisk, Isle Of Mull - John Campbell

Yon vale among the mountains,
So sheltered from the sea,
That lake which lies so lonely,
Shall tell their tale to thee.

Fable of Hawk and Nightingale - Hesiod

And now I will tell a fable for princes who themselves understand. 
Thus said the hawk to the nightingale with speckled neck, 
while he carried her high up among the clouds, gripped fast in his talons, 
and she, pierced by his crooked talons, cried pitifully. 

Eclipses - Ribka Sibhatu

There are people who starve to death,
others who sleep rough in the winter