Gravity Suspended - Ayn Frances dela Cruz

gravity suspended.
fowls dreaming of air.

The Broken Wing - Liam Ó Comain

A racing pigeon of distance ability,
His colour known as grizzle, that is
White feathers spotted with other spots
Of colour. A likeable and interesting bird
And when he was less than a year old I
Sent him for a training flight
In preparation for racing.

Bridges of Locked Love - Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o

Venice is home to hundreds of islands
Linked by numerous bridges.

Betrothed. A lithograph to Kuutti Lavonen - Mathura

Cold stone flowers in her hair

eyes closed she listens

Thou art of all created things - Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Thou art the essence of all created things,
O Lord, the essence and the cause.
The source and centre of all bliss;
What are those veils of woven light
Where sun and moon and stars unite.

Escape from - Jovica Ivanovski

Escape from yourself, that’s what poetry is.
In the meantime you search for yourself –
that’s poetry, too.

Grammar, Music, Rhetoric - Lucilius

Pluto turns away the dead rhetorician Marcus, saying,
"Let the dog Cerberus suffice us here;

There is Some Hour - Marina Tsvetaeva

There is some hour – like a cast off load –
When our proud had been fully tamed.
The learning hour – on each life-long  road –
Is predestined and great.

Hair Comfort - Antun Gustav Matoš

I watched you last night. In a dream. Sad. Dead.
In a fatal hall, in idyll of flowers,
On a high stand, in agony of candles,
Ready to give you my life as an offer.

Gwalchmai's delight - Gwalchmai ap Meilyr

Swift rising dawn of joyful gliding June,
Melodious song of birds, calm, lustrous noon!
A gold-torqued Chief am I that know not fear,
A fierce, host-facing lion, rout in my rear!
At night I guard with bound-protecting sword
The babbling flow of Dygen Freiddin's ford.