Venice masks

Friday, 2 February 2018

Defeat - Rafael Cadenas

I who have never had a trade
who have felt weak facing every competitor
who lost the best titles for life

Thursday, 1 February 2018

He sat down in his chair - Mercedes Durand

He sat down in his chair
after watching
thirty thousand peasants die.

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Supplications - Dr. Abdulaziz Al-Maqaleh

My God...
I seek refuge in you from the evil of myself,
From the evil of my people,
Form the evil of my good friends,
From the evil of my enemies who are poor of love,
From the evil of what the panegyrists had written,
And from the evils of what the spitfulls had written.

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

All that Flesh and Fat - Anat Zecharia

All that flesh and fat, the coffee and the muffins
sunflower seeds in Atlantic sea salt,
all those matching items, the pillows
with tiger-head drawings.

Sunday, 28 January 2018

The wingèd herald of the day - Aurelius Clemens Prudentius

The wingèd herald of the day
Proclaims the morn’s approaching ray:
And Christ the Lord our souls excites,
And so to endless life invites.

Saturday, 27 January 2018

Tagalakoy - Adamou Idé

She comes from far away
Tagalakoy
She walks barefoot
Tagalakoy
She braves the heat
Tagalakoy
She comes from far away
She braves hunger
Tagalakoy

Friday, 26 January 2018

If I were a little bird - Saacha Dorji

If I were a little bird,
How glad I would be,
To fly at will everywhere;
As far as the eye can see,
I’d fly.

Thursday, 25 January 2018

Upon Arriving at Yangleshö - Khenchen Jigme Phuntsok

O Mañjuśrī, brave hero, all Conquerors’ activities gathered in one,
Dwell in my heart’s centre, the youthful vase body’s expanse,
And let mind lineage’s1 realisation descend with great power,
Bringing blessings of supreme wisdom’s light!

Wednesday, 24 January 2018

I would like to take a walk in the wood - Marie Nervat

I would like to take a walk in the wood;
I would have a big hat and a flowing robe.
I would be carried away on the breeze and the light,
And you would take me again on your arm.

Tuesday, 23 January 2018

I Am the Rain - Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger

I am the rain and I pass
Barefoot from land to land.
The wind plays in my hair
With a brown and slender hand.