Although I cannot speak,
My eyes say everything.
My eyes see everything.
Wednesday, 24 October 2018
Tuesday, 23 October 2018
Nairobi - Yusuf Adamu
A right-hand driving city
Of very patient drivers
Up in high altitude, devoid of heat
Of very patient drivers
Up in high altitude, devoid of heat
Monday, 22 October 2018
The Child and the Candle - Allama Iqbal
O Child with moth-like nature, “How strange that
You keep gazing at the flame of the candle for hours
You keep gazing at the flame of the candle for hours
Wednesday, 17 October 2018
from: The Cynic's Breviary - Nicolas de Chamfort
We must needs have the power of uniting contrarieties:
Tuesday, 16 October 2018
Psalm 121 - King David
I shall raise my eyes to the mountains,
from where will my help come?
My help is from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to falter;
Your Guardian will not slumber.
from where will my help come?
My help is from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to falter;
Your Guardian will not slumber.
Monday, 15 October 2018
stolen generation - Lee Emmett
'stolen generation'
is soft term for pain
suffered by indigenous
families ripped apart again
is soft term for pain
suffered by indigenous
families ripped apart again
Sunday, 14 October 2018
The end of being - Seneca
The end of being is to find out God!
And what is God? A vast almighty Power
Great and unlimited, whose potent will
Brings to achievement whatsoe'er He please.
And what is God? A vast almighty Power
Great and unlimited, whose potent will
Brings to achievement whatsoe'er He please.
Saturday, 13 October 2018
Legends - Chaman Lall
The bronze of his body
Flashed through the marble hall
Flashed through the marble hall
Friday, 12 October 2018
We laughed when days were merry - Holger Drachmann
We laughed when days were merry
And spun joy’s thread for years,
Now we can shoulder bravely
A sprinkling of tears;
And spun joy’s thread for years,
Now we can shoulder bravely
A sprinkling of tears;
Thursday, 11 October 2018
The Boy's Mother speaks - Cathal O’Byrne
If the Three Blisters of Disgrace were on his face,
And his face is like the sun,
I would efface each trace from its place
With my kisses, one by one!
And his face is like the sun,
I would efface each trace from its place
With my kisses, one by one!
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