I spied a shrub by the bank of a stream,
there my short legs took me,
Saturday, 12 July 2014
Friday, 11 July 2014
Mountain - Edvard Kocbek
Whenever I look at you, you are magnificent
and when I gaze at your peak from nearby
my lips start to tremble, whispering, oh sacred
mountain, oh solemn and mysterious mountain, oh
untamed and maternal mountain, oil
the primal and bold flight toward the sky,
and when I gaze at your peak from nearby
my lips start to tremble, whispering, oh sacred
mountain, oh solemn and mysterious mountain, oh
untamed and maternal mountain, oil
the primal and bold flight toward the sky,
Thursday, 10 July 2014
How unorthodox! - Mohammed Abu-Talib
Chaucerian breaths
My English breathes;
My English breathes;
Wednesday, 9 July 2014
Bent over myself - Alfred Brendel
Bent over myself
I see
the blurred outline
of an unfamiliar face
I see
the blurred outline
of an unfamiliar face
Tuesday, 8 July 2014
Lady - Briceida Cuevas Cob
Lady,
your breasts are two little girls jostling each other in play when you wash.
your breasts are two little girls jostling each other in play when you wash.
Monday, 7 July 2014
A Single Nose - Fatima Naoot
A tea set
Of many cups
With its noise and clouds of steam
The clinking of spoons against rims after dissolving the sugar
Differs
From a silent, single
Cup
Wearily waiting on the edge of an antique writing desk
For a sad lady
To arrive in a moment.
Of many cups
With its noise and clouds of steam
The clinking of spoons against rims after dissolving the sugar
Differs
From a silent, single
Cup
Wearily waiting on the edge of an antique writing desk
For a sad lady
To arrive in a moment.
Sunday, 6 July 2014
Christ's Hospital of Faith - Dave Cocks
Have you been to Christ's hospital?
Thats where one goes to mend
their broken spirits of faith and hope.
Thats where one goes to mend
their broken spirits of faith and hope.
Friday, 4 July 2014
Temagami - Archibald Lampman
Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines,
Lies the deep water, wild Temagami:
That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines,
Lies the deep water, wild Temagami:
Thursday, 3 July 2014
Of his Lady among other Ladies - Guido Cavalcanti
With other women I beheld my love;—
Not that the rest were women to mine eyes,
Who only as her shadows seemed to move.
Not that the rest were women to mine eyes,
Who only as her shadows seemed to move.
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
In the Fog - Hermann Hesse
To wander in fog—how queer!
Lonely are bush and stone,
No tree sees the other near,
Each is alone.
Lonely are bush and stone,
No tree sees the other near,
Each is alone.
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