Venice masks

Wednesday, 10 October 2018

The day returns, my bosom burns - Robert Burns

The day returns, my bosom burns,
    The blissful day we twa did meet:
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
    Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Life - Emile Verhaeren

To see beauty in all, is to lift our own Soul
Up to loftier heights than do chose who aspire
Through culpable suffering, vanquished desire.
Harsh Reality, dread and ineffable Whole,
Distils her red draught, enough tonic and stern
To intoxicate heads and to make the heart burn.

Monday, 8 October 2018

The cities - Gösta Ågren

The cities stand out against
the evening sky like inhabited
ruins. Mankind journeys
towards its goal through the evening’s
lingering ceremony. Europe

Sunday, 7 October 2018

Suffer with Humility - Thomas à Kempis

When thou art oppressed with pain,
Think that 'tis no loss, but gain;

Saturday, 6 October 2018

There Is Justice In The Jungle - Matur Achuil

In Maasai Mara live the lion and the gazelle
And both have all the rights to life
The lion has the right to kill and eat the gazelle
So that he can continue to live
While the gazelle has the right to run away from the lion
So that he can continue to live
A cut-throat competition with a win-win result
What is subtracted on one end is added on the other
There is justice in the jungle!

Friday, 5 October 2018

A Familiar Dance - Bryan Thao Worra

I take you to dance
In your dress of blue.
Santana's black magic woman is playing tonight.

Thursday, 4 October 2018

Song - Lenrie Peters

Clawed green-eyed
Feline of night
Palsy-breasted
Selling old boot
On wet pavement

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

Chapter VIII - Abdellatif Al Ouarari

O those standing by decorating the squares of Egypt,
Peace .. Peace!
From your throats love blooms,
Ah .. just as fire in the soul and balconies:
As a miracle.

Tuesday, 2 October 2018

Adieu! - Eleanor Elizabeth Montgomery

O shepherds! take my crook from me,
For I no longer here can stay!
There comes a whisper from the sea,
Calling my soul from you away;

Monday, 1 October 2018

Medea at Night - Apollonius of Rhodes

'T was night, all earth in shadowy silence slept ;
Lone on the deck his watch the sailor kept,
And gazed, where shines Orion's belt on high,
Or the Great Bear bestrides the northern sky.