Genre-Picture - Jens Peter Jacobsen

Page upon the battlement,

In the distance staring,

On a song of love intent,

Of his love's despairing.

Why do you roam the jungles - Baba Sheikh Farid

Says Farid,

Why do you roam the jungles with thorns pricking your feet?

Love - Edith Södergran

My soul was a light blue dress the color of the sky;

I left it on a rock by the sea

and naked I came to you, looking like a woman.

Lament III - Jan Kochanowski

So, thou hast scorned me, my delight and heir;

Thy father's halls, then, were not broad and fair

Enough for thee to dwell here longer, sweet.

When the tom-tom beats - Jacques Roumain

My heart trembles in the shadows

like a face reflected in troubled water.

Rainforest - Eileen Chong

It is hard to carry these vowels.

Lost in translation—or found.

My namesake, so greatly desired

Beyond the Helplessness Principle - Kacper Bartczak

Something will occur and at once it will be found

among other occurrences I know

that the heaviest dreams are only an illusion

No, Molotov - Tatu Pekkarinen

Finlandia, Finlandia,

that’s where the Ivans were heading again.

When Molotov promised: "Yes, everything will go fine,

tomorrow we'll already be eating ice-cream in Helsinki.”

No Molotov, no Molotov

you told more lies than Bobrikov himself.

 

God Speaks to Man - Edmond Bordeaux Szekely

I speak to you.

Be still

Know

I am

God.

On Procrastination - Hebat Allah ibn Altalmith

Youth is a drunken, noisy hour,

  With every folly fraught;

But man, by Age's chastening power,

  Is sobered into thought.