He Meditates On The Life Of A Rich Man - Lady Augusta Gregory

A golden cradle under you, and you young;

A right mother and a strong kiss.

Like Sand - Ahmet Kaya

In the garbage dumps seagulls used to cry

While we laughed along with you

Bombs used to rain down on the city every night

While we made love without stopping

The Angels in our countryside - Anonymous

The Angels in our countryside

Sing the hymn of heaven,

It echoes from the mountainside,

Repeats this tuneful song:

Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Gloria in excelsis Deo!

In the Absence of Water - Luljeta Lleshanaku

It’s Sunday. On the soles of shoes

walking in the hallway

snow turns to plasma, and the memories of roads disappear.

A path to the Sea - Krzeslawa Skrzypczynska

Gadgets

I love those our gadgets

color ones,

although alike;

First Poem, Possession in Dream - Eunice Odio

Come

Beloved

I will savor you with joy.

You will dream of me tonight.

Broken Line - Art Ó Súilleabháin

He had been fishing with three flies for the first time

cast in a dignified loop behind his head,

made the ‘whishing’ sound that indicated all was right.

Let the wind run the line through the rings.

Marta Haileyesus - untitled

This poem is about the (sometimes) fleeting nature of romantic love, which in its stage of infatuation can awaken and deeply excite the soul.

where our protest sound - Lenelle Moïse

jazz is underwater

vodou atlantis mute

aborted ultrasound

fetal fish in flood

 

South of my Days - Judith Wright

South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country,

rises that tableland, high delicate outline

of bony slopes wincing under the winter,