What Kind Of God? - Kabir

What kind of God would He be
if He did not hear the
bangles ring on
an ant’s
wrist

To the Moon - Giacomo Leopardi

Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns,
I remember how, heavy with sorrow,
I climbed this hill to gaze on you,

Between going and staying the day wavers - Octavio Paz

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

The Half Door - Seumas O’Sullivan

Dark eyes, wonderful, strange and dear they shone
  A moment’s space;
And wandering under the white stars I had gone
  In a strange place.

Relativity - A. H. Reginald Buller

There was a young lady named Bright

The Audience - Eqrem Basha

The head of the protocol department asked
What are you involved in
We are tired I said

To a Creole Lady - Charles Baudelaire

In a country perfumed with the sun’s embrace,
I knew ‘neath a dais of purpled palms,
And branches where idleness weeps o’er one’s face,
A Creolean lady of unknown charms.

The nymphs (The Hunter and the Hero - Book VII) - Bhāravi

The beauteous nymphs then left the sky,
Attended by Gandharvas¹ skilled,
And joyous notes of drum and shell
And sound of cars the blue vault filled.

The Absence - Paul Éluard

I speak to you over cities
I speak to you over plains

The Garmont of Gud Ladeis - Robert Henryson

Wald my gud lady lufe me best
And wirk eftir my will,
I suld ane garmond gudliest
Gar mak hir body till.