The Beach - Theodor Storm

Towards the bay now flies the gull

And twilight gathers low,

Where, over watered mudflats,

Is reflected evening glow.

When I threw you out - Doris Kareva

When I threw you out.

Finally.

Pilgrims - Mvúra Mirávyo

Pilgrims shall the road end here

When the sun that rose has yet to set

Shall our rivers run dry this season

And its waters be for mourners' washing

Lamentations - Sunthorn Phu

Oh, how everything was against me then

Even white ants made their way to my bedroom.

They ate the mat and destroyed all my books.

My hat - Henry Parland

My hat

was run over

by a trolley

yesterday.

From Russia to Lithuania, a Strawberry - Laura Cesarco Eglin

The only Russia I know

is in klubnika – a strawberry

is not the same when I tear

the first layer of red skin

Claws - Rasha Omran

If I were a cat

I would wash my skin with my tongue

like this

The Pathway Finally Opened - Mahsati Ganjavi

When my heart came to rule

in the world of love,

it was freed

from both belief

and from disbelief.

When it Rains in Dharamsala - Tenzin Tsundue

raindrops wear boxing gloves,

thousands of them

come crashing down

and beat my room.

Under its tin roof

my room cries from inside

and wets my bed, my papers.

The Kinsman And Death - James O. Gaygay

It roves without guilt

And ceases breath charge

Dream betrays man’s quest —

The fulfilment of fortunes

Abreast to mortals met,

But he ought to be a stepping stone

For the trouble hearted