White Blindness - Pireeni Sundaralingam

My country is a white blindness,
an absence of newsprint,
a vacuum of words,
the falling snow of radio static.

Psalm 1 - Ezra

Happy is the man
    who does not follow the advice of the wicked,
nor take his stand on the sinner's road,
    nor sit at ease among the scornful.
But his delight is in the teaching of the Lord,
    reflecting on His teaching day and night.

Tail and Coma of Augustine Confessions - Celia Sorhaindo

Tail and Coma of Augustine Confessions

Go! Go hide that joy, boy:
Spread your bony fingers across
wide smile; smother and stifle
escaping giggles.

A Night-mooring on the Jiande River - Meng Hao-jan

While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist,
And daylight wanes, old memories begin....
How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven,
And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!

The Hour before Dawn - William Butler Yeats

A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man,
A bundle of rags upon a crutch,
Stumbled on windy Cruachan
Cursing the wind. It was as much
As the one sturdy leg could do
To keep him upright while he cursed.

Asmeret - Asghedom W. Michael

You whose eyes are like stars
         You walk so beautifully
You're like the rays of the setting sun
         As night is about to fall
Your silken hair and golden neck
         I'm drowning in your love.

The Refuge - Ludwig August Frankl

When sorrow round thy heart is stealing, 
Deep pain that will not be gainsaid,
Seek not in haunts of men for healing, 
But to the forest turn for aid.

Remember, body - Carmen Ollé

Remember now, defeated by his scorn and parting,
those moments at the ridiculous motel with painted
orange blossoms and jazmines.

Charity - Maimonides

There are eight degrees in the giving of charity, one higher than the other:
He who gives grudgingly, reluctantly, or with regret.
He who gives less than he should, but gives graciously.

Travel Song - Austral

‘Come, before the summer passes
Let us seek the mountain land:’
So they called me, happy playmates,
And we left the dawn-lit strand:
Riding on till later sunbeams slanted
On dark hills and downward-plunging streams,
And the solemn forest softly chanted
Old, old dreams.