The Electric Tram To Kew - Lesbia Harford

Through the swift night
I go to my love.

After a long hard decade, Miranda asks for a poem about feijoas - Emma Neale

Small hard green breasts budding on a young tree
that doesn’t want them, can’t think how to dance
if it has to put up with these;

Aures Ad Nostras Deitatis Preces - Anon

God, of thy pity, unto us thy children
Bend down thine ear in thine own lovingkindness,
And all thy people's prayers and vows ascending
Hear, we beseech thee.

Ghazel 54 - Nesimi

Yea, every dulcet speech o’ thine is e’en a pearl of lustrous ray;
Both sun and moon are moths that round thy Face’s taper flit and play.

Evening - Jeppe Aakjær

        Still, my heart, now sets the sun,
While the moor is resting,
        Herds now homeward are begun,
And the stork is nesting.
        Still, my heart, now sets the sun.

My Life - Masaoka Shiki

how much longer
is my life?
a brief night...

Woman - Kazi Nazrul Islam

I sing the song
of equality;
In my view gender difference
is essentially a triviality.
Everything that is great in the world,
all the works, beneficial and good,
half must be credited to woman,
and to man half only we should.

Autumn Evening - Viggo Stuckenberg

A tower stands by the edge of a wood, an old weathered tower with moss and creepers growing across the peepholes, with green moss in the cracks and corners, and withered woodbine hanging like stiff, dry hair down over the red stone. High up on the east side is the only window in the crumbling walls.

Would I were free as are my dreams - August von Platen-Hallermünde

Would I were free as are my dreams,
  Sequestered from the garish crowd
To glide by banks of quiet streams
  Cooled by the shadow-drifting cloud!

Golden light, serene and bright - N. F. S. Grundtvig

Golden light, serene and bright,
The sky is now adorning;
As sleeping child in mother's arm,
My God has shielded me from harm;
I thank him for the morning.