Venice masks

Monday, 10 July 2017

I hate the cyclic poem - Callimachus

I hate the cyclic poem and I don’t enjoy
The road that goes too far this way and that.

Sunday, 9 July 2017

A hymn - Bede

A hymn of glory let us sing;
New songs throughout the world shall ring;
By a new way none ever trod
Christ mounteth to the throne of God.

Saturday, 8 July 2017

The Scowl of the Perpetual Dictator - Elvio Romero

What a difficult countenance!
What a complex countenance!
There’s something that draws me to his furrowed brow,
on his patriotic mission.

Friday, 7 July 2017

Who are You? - Gopal Prasad Rimal

Here we are fond of our needs,
the vanity which hides them
is dear to us:

Thursday, 6 July 2017

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Ice - Torkilk Mørch

In the heart of the ice is fire.
You can touch it, feel it,

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Autopsychography - Fernando Pessoa

The poet is a man who feigns
And feigns so thoroughly, at last
He manages to feign as pain
The pain he really feels,

Monday, 3 July 2017

Oh Madagascar - Michael Parfait Andrianjaka

Oh Madagascar the holy
Big island next to Africa
The sea surrounds you
I love you, adore you, and will never deny you
Because you are so wonderful

Sunday, 2 July 2017

I look for you early - Solomon Ibn Gabirol

I look for you early,
my rock and my refuge,
offering you worship
morning and night;

Saturday, 1 July 2017

My Donkey Says - Reesom Haile

I put on my pants
One leg at a time
And my shoes one after the other.
What's to understand?