Take a shawl, good lady,
tie the fringes neat.
or, if you prefer it,
take a shawl complete.
Wednesday, 10 June 2020
Tuesday, 9 June 2020
Postcards from God 1 - Imtiaz Dharker
Yes, I do feel like a visitor,
a tourist in this world
that I once made.
a tourist in this world
that I once made.
Monday, 8 June 2020
Consolation: Roses - Gennady Aygi
in your presence even the toes
are as if they remembered!
are as if they remembered!
Sunday, 7 June 2020
Trinity Sunday - Malcolm Guite
In the Beginning, not in time or space,
But in the quick before both space and time,
But in the quick before both space and time,
Saturday, 6 June 2020
If it Wasn't for the Footprints - Zelda Quakawoot
If it wasn't for the footprints
we wouldn't know about 'before'
Australia's history we have today
would not make sense anymore.
we wouldn't know about 'before'
Australia's history we have today
would not make sense anymore.
Friday, 5 June 2020
Heartfelt - Annette Freün von Droste-Hülshoff
All that I say, and every word,
and every press of my hands,
and every press of my hands,
Thursday, 4 June 2020
View from Afar - Shakila Azizzada
I’m left again with no one standing behind me,
ground pulled from under my feet.
Even the sun’s shoulders are beyond my reach.
ground pulled from under my feet.
Even the sun’s shoulders are beyond my reach.
Wednesday, 3 June 2020
Song of a Dweller in a High-Rise Block - Gülten Akın
They piled the houses high,
in front long balconies.
Far below was water
far below were trees
in front long balconies.
Far below was water
far below were trees
Tuesday, 2 June 2020
On Climbing Mount Song Near the Southern Capital - Xuanzang
A lonely peak
Tapers its way
To a summit
Cut off in the clouds
Thousands of feet above
Tapers its way
To a summit
Cut off in the clouds
Thousands of feet above
Monday, 1 June 2020
Island on the earth - Sara de Ibáñez
In the north the cold and its broken jasmine.
In the east a nightingale full of thorns.
In the south the rose in its airy mines,
and in the west a road deep in thought.
In the east a nightingale full of thorns.
In the south the rose in its airy mines,
and in the west a road deep in thought.
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