The Peaceful Land - Frederik Hoegh-Guldberg

The waves have ceased their tossing,
The storms are laid to rest,
And scarce a breath is blowing
O'er ocean's heaving breast!

Cosmopolitan poetry - Janos Arany

I have no shame, no regret
That born Hungarian, I write
As one, that I can never let
My words beyond this soil take flight.
No ‘Wonder of two worlds,’ my song
If charm it has, is due to them,
My people; I am theirs, belong
To one land wholly, root and stem.

He Said, Don't Sleep - Rabbi Adonim Halevi

He said, "Don't sleep. Drink old wine
with myrrh and lilies, henna and aloes,
in an orchard of pomegranates, palm, and vines
full of pleasant plants and tamarisks, to the hum of fountains
and the throb of lutes,
to the sound of singers, flutes, and lyres.

At The Café - Jens August Schade

A good song,
a crazy small miracle
comes from the gramophone
while I stay silent.
And to everyone’s amazement
I push back my chair
and stay sitting in the air.

Sonnet I: Never was Ulysses - Louise Labé

Never was Ulysses, or any other,

more struck by so divine an aspect,

so full of grace, honour and respect,

apart from which I endlessly suffer.

Yes, Love, your eyes, in all their beauty,

have so pierced my innocent heart,

warmed and nourished by your art,

that, without you, there’s no remedy.

O, harsh fate that renders me as one

stung by the Scorpion, and seeking

an antidote to that creature’s venom,

I ask, merely, that you ease each breath,

not quench what’s dear to me, this longing,

the lack of which would see my death.

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Louise Charlin Perrin Labé [La Belle Cordière] ( c. 1524 – 1566) France

Translated by A. S. Kline

Source: Poetry in Translation

Now I Pass - Paul La Cour

Now I pass into the stone,
soon I am mountain and cold,
if I cannot open my depths,
I must become a lock.

Simile - Charlotte Dacre

The little Moth round candle turning,
Stops not till its wings are burning:

Ah! Beauteous Maid - Raoul Comte de Soissons

Ah! beauteous maid,
Of form so fair!
Pearl of the world,
Beloved and dear!

The Light Is Round - Pierre Kemp

The light is round and rolls on all its sides,
down the mountains, through the dales,

Jacob And Esau - Else Lasker-Schuler

Rebecca's maid: a girl come from afar,
an angel, lovely, in a shift of roses
and on her face she seemed to wear a star.