Cease searching for the perfect shell, the whole
Inviolate form no tooth of time has cracked;
The alabaster armor still intact
From sand’s erosion and the breaker’s roll.
Sunday, 31 July 2016
Saturday, 30 July 2016
Mangroves - Kenneth Slessor
These black bush-waters, heavy with crusted boughs
Like plumes above dead captains, wake the mind...
Like plumes above dead captains, wake the mind...
Thursday, 28 July 2016
Whited Sepulchre - John Ngong Kum Ngong
I know whited sepulchre
you do not feel anymore
the touch of our done fingers
which for want of acceptance
cling to the wall of furore.
For close to sixty years
now we have lived like internees
working our fingers to the bone
for idiots to reap the harvest.
you do not feel anymore
the touch of our done fingers
which for want of acceptance
cling to the wall of furore.
For close to sixty years
now we have lived like internees
working our fingers to the bone
for idiots to reap the harvest.
Wednesday, 27 July 2016
Watching the River Flow - Jaime Saenz
When the hour comes I'll speak with you, watching the river flow, at the river's edge.
Sunday, 24 July 2016
I Have A White Rose To Tend (Verse XXXIX) - José Martí
I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
In July as in January;
Saturday, 23 July 2016
Teach Me Peace - Nathan
Mother, teach me peace.
Everyone is making war, and we hardly ever see peace.
At school, I learn these things…
Everyone is making war, and we hardly ever see peace.
At school, I learn these things…
Friday, 22 July 2016
Mother Africa - Ribka Sibhatu
Cradle of mankind
baobab of the soul,
in your savannahs
and sacred forests
death dances.
baobab of the soul,
in your savannahs
and sacred forests
death dances.
Thursday, 21 July 2016
The Fence - Lenrie Peters
There where the dim past and future mingle
their nebulous hopes and aspirations
there I lie.
their nebulous hopes and aspirations
there I lie.
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
A left hand made verse 1 - Kato Javakhishvili
As human creatures do not recognize each other
I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another.
And some time ago, - it was when
I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket
I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another.
And some time ago, - it was when
I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket
Tuesday, 19 July 2016
Caudal (The Fortune) - Miguel Ángel Asturias
To give is to love,
To give prodigiously:
For every drop of water
To return a torrent.
To give prodigiously:
For every drop of water
To return a torrent.
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