untitled - Taras Shevchenko

As the sun sets and hills grow dark,

as the birdsong ends and fields fall silent,

as the people laugh and take their rest,

I watch.

Who Will Buy Me Certainty? - Hanane Aad

I am the Eternally Anxious One

Who will buy me certainty?

Where can I obtain the serenity of silence?

Autumn - Giovanni

It’s morning time: leaves

lie restfully on the ground.

Guinea - Jacques Roumain

It’s the long road to Guinea

death takes you down.

Here are the boughs, the trees, the forest.

Listen to the sound of the wind in its long hair

            of eternal night.

My Dear Hina! - Peni Latu

I shall tell you so that all may know

Of the dream that appeared in my mind

My most precious bread cast upon the water

Drifting further afar and into oblivion

While walking up Back Street - Debra Providence

While walking up Back Street

in green tank, yellow mesh T-shirt

and loose blue jeans

a copper hails me from

the other side of the street,

The Word of the Cross - Paulinus of Nola

Look on thy God, Christ hidden in our flesh,

A bitter word, the cross, and bitter sight:

Hard rind without, to hold the heart of heaven.

The Cry of the Bird - Nimrod Bena Djangrang

I wanted to be overcome with silence

I abandoned the woman I love

I closed myself to the bird of hope

Don’t! - Santina

Don’t!

Don’t talk about justice

Picket Fence - Michael Donhauser

It is first of all, has been, here separates me picket by picket.

From you, if anything like "in back of: in front of" still existed.