As if you'd remember Isabel
of the hopscotch underneath your patio’s mamoncillo tree
of the rag dolls that were our children
Friday, 30 September 2016
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Not loved enough - Suniti Namjoshi
Not loved enough, nor yet quite lost,
No longer fought for, nor yet forgot,
No longer fought for, nor yet forgot,
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
What The Old Man Said - Cicely Fox Smith
"Don't you take no sail off 'er,"
The Ol' Man said,
Wind an' sea rampagin'
Fit to wake the dead, —
The Ol' Man said,
Wind an' sea rampagin'
Fit to wake the dead, —
Tuesday, 27 September 2016
Evening Cloud - Gaarriye
Setting sun you're slipping
From the fading day
Heading for your hole
Hey! Are you a coward?
From the fading day
Heading for your hole
Hey! Are you a coward?
Monday, 26 September 2016
Elene: Part I - Cynewulf
Swift in the tale of time had fleeted
Hundreds two and thirty-three
Winters for the world completed,
Since heaven’s Lord in low degree
In this mid-earth a man was born
To shed o’er faithful hearts a heavenly morn.
Hundreds two and thirty-three
Winters for the world completed,
Since heaven’s Lord in low degree
In this mid-earth a man was born
To shed o’er faithful hearts a heavenly morn.
Sunday, 25 September 2016
Dust we are return to it we must - Imam Ahmad Raza
Dust we are return to it we must
Adam, our ancestor, was created from dust
Adam, our ancestor, was created from dust
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Sonnet - Willem Kloos
I always think of you as of a dream
In which, all through the long blest night, a face
I never saw smiles at me with a grace
No words can paint, till at the first shy gleam
In which, all through the long blest night, a face
I never saw smiles at me with a grace
No words can paint, till at the first shy gleam
Friday, 23 September 2016
The Origin of Trade - Voltaire
When with a skillful hand Prometheus made
A statue that the human form displayed,
Pandora, his own work, to wed he chose,
And from those two the human race arose.
A statue that the human form displayed,
Pandora, his own work, to wed he chose,
And from those two the human race arose.
Thursday, 22 September 2016
The Boat That Brought Me - Azita Ghahreman
Behind these eyes that look like mine
old names are fading away, the past lies crumpled in my clenched fist -
a coppery bird in coppery wind,
this vast place has covered me from head to toe.
old names are fading away, the past lies crumpled in my clenched fist -
a coppery bird in coppery wind,
this vast place has covered me from head to toe.
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
he locks the car and knows... Kees Ouwens
I haven’t yet been allotted to death
the horizon still keeps its distance
across the triple verge – the middle,
the edges – the ripe light
strokes down, the open pulse
the horizon still keeps its distance
across the triple verge – the middle,
the edges – the ripe light
strokes down, the open pulse
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