Litanies of the Rose - Remy de Gourmont

Rose with dark eyes,
mirror of your nothingness,
rose with dark eyes,
make us believe in the mystery,
hypocrite flower,
flower of silence.

In Childhood - Kimiko Hahn

things don't die or remain damaged
but return: stumps grow back hands,
a head reconnects to a neck,
a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.

For Esther - Bruce Levitan

Nothing so special as blood of my blood,
Infinity sleeps in the new born's repose;
Tiny hands clenched, lips like a rosebud,
Perfect in form; and mother's smile glows.

I want to say - Daiva Cepauskaite

I want to say — I'm in love
but I feel ashamed
of making such a fool of myself,
so I say — I hate.

Above the world - Magnus Felix Ennodius

Above the world the deepening pall
Of gloomy night begins to fall;
And every heart that languisheth,
May gain new life from seeming death.

The Wayver of Wellbrook - Ben Brierley

Yo gentlemen o with yor heaunds an yor parks,
Yo may gamble an sport till yo dee;
Bo a quiet heause nook, a good wife, an a book,
Is mooar to the likins o mee.

Beyond the Sun - Andrey Belyi

The world-gold sunset is ablaze with fire,
Having pierced through with radiant airiness,
above the peaceful cornfield it set fire to crosses
and distant outlines of cupolas.

The Prayer of the Dog - Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

Lord,
I keep watch!
If I am not here
who will guard their house?

To the Muse - Aleksandr Blok

In your hidden memories
There are fatal tidings of doom
A curse on sacred traditions,
A desecration of happiness;

We Have Astonished - Pierre-Jean Jouve

We have astonished by our great suffering
The inclination of indifferent stars