if you let me go with you into the night,
in the dark hour of the metro, before
dawn, if I could take in,
Saturday, 11 April 2020
Friday, 10 April 2020
Do we place you in a tomb? - Andrew King
Do we place you in a tomb, Loving One?
Do we wrap God’s saving love in funeral spices?
Having seen justice pierced, truth undone,
corruption’s blade red-edged by power’s devices
Do we wrap God’s saving love in funeral spices?
Having seen justice pierced, truth undone,
corruption’s blade red-edged by power’s devices
Wednesday, 8 April 2020
I Go Find Sleep - Héctor Hernández Montecinos
Chile is the name of my father
Think of him
what do you see?
Think of him
what do you see?
Tuesday, 7 April 2020
Golden volumes - Heinrich Rantzau
Golden volumes! richest treasures!
Objects of delicious pleasures!
Objects of delicious pleasures!
Monday, 6 April 2020
Project Report - Christian Morgenstern
To get this research undertook
I bought a needle and the BOOK,
I bought a needle and the BOOK,
Sunday, 5 April 2020
Sonnet IX - Carlo Maggi
Ah Holy Lord, will e'er that daybreak shine,
Which of thy grace shall quite my soul assure?
These fearful doubtings which I yet endure
Toward my best Father, — tempt me to repine.
Which of thy grace shall quite my soul assure?
These fearful doubtings which I yet endure
Toward my best Father, — tempt me to repine.
Saturday, 4 April 2020
Tissue - Imtiaz Dharker
Paper that lets the light
shine through, this
is what could alter things.
Paper thinned by age or touching,
shine through, this
is what could alter things.
Paper thinned by age or touching,
Friday, 3 April 2020
Those Who I Love - Chung Ho-seung
I do not love those who do not have their shades.
I do not love those who do not love their shades.
I do not love those who do not love their shades.
Thursday, 2 April 2020
Guinea Woman - Lorna Goodison
Great grandmother
was a guinea woman
wide eyes turning
the corners of her face
could see behind her
her cheeks dusted with
a fine rash of jet-bead wars
that itched when the rain set up.
was a guinea woman
wide eyes turning
the corners of her face
could see behind her
her cheeks dusted with
a fine rash of jet-bead wars
that itched when the rain set up.
Wednesday, 1 April 2020
Song of noble grief - Migjeni
Oh, noble grief of the suffering soul
That bursts out in the free verses...
Did you hope the world to console
And prettify life's reverses?
That bursts out in the free verses...
Did you hope the world to console
And prettify life's reverses?
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