Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Natural Woman - Mariska Taylor-Darko

When was the last time you felt the warm scalp of a woman
Run your fingers through her hair
Twisted her natural locks through your fingers
Or walked your fingers through the rows of braids
Just like walking through fields of corn

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Monday, 29 December 2014

Shall we go, sister - Fernando Esquio

Shall we go, sister, shall we sleep,
at the lake edges where I saw
hunt the birds, my beloved.

Sunday, 28 December 2014

God is beautiful - Robert Buchanan

O Thou art beautiful! and Thou dost bestow
     Thy beauty on this stillness—still as sheep
     The Hills lie under Thee; the Waters deep

Saturday, 27 December 2014

Dream for the Winter - Arthur Rimbaud

To Her

In the winter we shall go in a small pink coach
With blue cushions
We will be well. A nest of insane kisses rests
In each soft corner.

Friday, 26 December 2014

Eternal Glory of the sky - Ambrose of Milan (Augusta Treverorum)

Eternal Glory of the sky,
Blest Hope of frail humanity,
The Father’s sole begotten One,
Yet born a spotless virgin’s Son!

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Cradle Hymn - Martin Luther

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay—
the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

After Dorothy Sayers - Timur Kibirov

In the night, the dumb ox lowed to the donkey:
"Can you hear, brother, the sounds from the valley,
            the neighs and the horseshoes' clang?
From magical lands, from the edge of the world,
wise magi hasten and kings gallop toward us
            to bow to the King of Kings!
But before all the rest of them, I—a silly,
            dawdling ox—bowed to Our Child!"

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

It is not Love it is Madness - Mirza Ghalib

(You say) "It is not love, it is madness."
My madness may be the cause of your fame;
Sever not my relationship with you,
If nothing then be my enemy.

Monday, 22 December 2014

Cancion of the Pirate - José de Espronceda

The breeze fair aft, all sails on high,
Ten guns on each side mounted seen,
She does not cut the sea, but fly,
A swiftly sailing brigantine;

Sunday, 21 December 2014

Supplication To Saint Blaise - Mihaly Babits

I’m asking very nicely now. Please help, Saint Blaise.
I can remember childhood days,
white candles held in front and crossed on my frail neck,
how from behind them I would look,

Saturday, 20 December 2014

Why? - Carl Emil Otto

Once in the springtime we loved each other,
   It was long ago,
Brief was the dream and it passed as swiftly
   As the wind and snow.
But once we sat in a dreamland golden,
   On the mountain crest,
Once only, under those beeches olden
   Thy lips I prest.

Friday, 19 December 2014

Dreams - Pierre Kemp

Certain nights I follow a yellow light
Until one blue door where it can be read: Dream.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Guardian Angel - Rolf Jacobsen

I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning
and your companion, whom you cannot know,
the blossoms that light up for the blind.

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Sunset - Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff

We have been through want and joy
Hand in hand
Now let us rest from our wanderings
Over the quiet land.

Sunday, 14 December 2014

Christ's Birth - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Each year when vapours melt and wane,
Child Jesus Christ is born again;
The Angel in air, in grove, in sea,
It is the Saviour, it is He.
Wherefore all Nature, with serene
Rejoicing, buds in hopeful green.

Saturday, 13 December 2014

The Shining Hours (III) - Emile Verhaeren

This barbaric capital, whereon monsters writhe,
soldered together by the might of claw and tooth,
in a mad whirl of blood, of fiery cries, of wounds,
and of jaws that bite and bite again,

Friday, 12 December 2014

Dead still - Andrei Voznesensky

Now, with your palms on the blades of my shoulders,
Let us embrace:
Let there be only your lips’ breath on my face,
Only, behind our backs, the plunge of the rollers.

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Cast flowers, more flowers - Lesia Ukrainka

“Cast flowers, more flowers, and still more flowers
And the white gauze on the face
Of what is called illusion…” My God!
So often these words sound in my ears
In the dead of night, “Flowers, more flowers,
I loved the beauty so much!...”

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Farewell to Xin Jian at Hibiscus Pavilion - Wang Wei

A cold rain mingled with the river
            at evening, when I entered Wu;

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

I don't know, I can't explain - Innokenty Annensky

I don't know, I can't explain...
Do I love or do I die?
Is it a dream or is it Verlaine?

Monday, 8 December 2014

The Moon Flower - Lala Fisher

I know a valley — through its solitude
A brown road winds towards a mountain crest;

Sunday, 7 December 2014

The Seekers - John Masefield

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Modern day injustice - Andres Garcia

Blacks and Hispanics on the road to justice, but we are stuck in traffic.
We want our peace in the community but we are stuck in panic.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

No, Love Is Not Dead - Robert Desnos

No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
that announced the start of its own funeral.
Listen, I’ve had enough of the picturesque, the colourful
and the charming.

Monday, 1 December 2014

The Old Black Billy an' Me - Louis Esson

The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit
Beside the fire an’ poke at it.

Saturday, 29 November 2014

Shame, Shame - Dulduityn Danzanravjaa

Alas and, the elders who have lived without charity, shame
Alas and, the stylish youth who have not cared for the soul, shame

Friday, 28 November 2014

Generation Found - Wayne Visser

Once I was a boy soldier  –
Now I’m shooting hoops
I’m not the generation lost
I’m bright and landing scoops

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Drowsy birds - Mihai Eminescu

Drowsy birds at even gliding,
Round about their nests alight,
In among the branches hiding . . .
                             Dear, good night!

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Clear night - Luis G. Urbina

Whiteness of dream, whiteness of polar days,
Glistening white that blanches out the tide;

Monday, 24 November 2014

Desire - Abdourahman Waberi

I am the rustling of the world
the swaying between here and elsewhere

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Oh let me leave this world - Else Lasker-Schuler

Then you will cry for me.
Copper beeches pour fire
On my warlike dreams.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Wisdom - Magda Isanos

To breathe, and breathe on lightly, that is wisdom.
To find the strength to smile when teardrops flow.
To love a rose's fading, dying petals,
as quietly, so quietly, they go.

Friday, 21 November 2014

I do believe in happiness! - Sergei Esenin

I do believe in happiness!
The sun has not yet faded. Rays
Of sunrise like a book of  prayers
Predict the happy news. Oh yes!
I do believe in happiness!

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Down Where The Lonely Poplars Grow - Mihai Eminescu

Down where the lonely poplars grow
          How often have I erred;
My steps that all the neighbours know
          You only have not heard.

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Of the deceitful brevity of life - Luis de Góngora y Argote

The arrow goes less quickly to its target,
that it bites sharply; the straining chariot
does not race more silently
over the mute sand to the finish line,

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

[When Pontius Pilate, from the vantage] - Timur Kibirov

When Pontius Pilate, from the vantage
of progressive culture and cutting-edge knowledge,
asked the arrested Jew,
"What is Truth?"—

Sunday, 16 November 2014

The Broken Bell - Toru Dutt

'Tis bitter-sweet on winter nights to note,
Beside the palpitating fire reclined,
The chimes, across the fogs, upon the wind.

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Now it is autumn - Edith Södergran

Read the translator's notes
when all the golden birds
fly home across the blue deep water;

Sunday, 9 November 2014

A Letter To God - Lesego Setou

Dear God
How do you answer prayers?
How do you decide on the urgency of a prayer from another?
How do you decide when a prayer requires patience for its deliverance?
Teach me how to understand and serve you
Teach me how to focus on the greater good
Guide me to appreciate blessings disguised as disappointments
Enlighten me to the divinity of challenges
Allow me to seek, find and radiate my purpose
Guide me in ambassadoring you

Saturday, 8 November 2014

Fireworks aff the Castle - Matthew Fitt

Fireworks aff the Castle
Goin WHEECH, WHEECH, WHEECH
Bairns in the library
Gettin WHEESHT, WHEESHT, WHEESHT

Friday, 7 November 2014

Above, Upon The Mountains - Cyprien Desponrrius

Above, upon the mountains,
A shepherd, full of thought,
Beneath a beech sat musing
On changes time had wrought:
He told to every echo
The story of his care,
And made the rocks acquainted
With love and its despair.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

The Javanese - Marie Krysinska

                   The animated
                            Little idols
                            Oh, but
So slightly, this dance evokes the mad
Vision: from a bas-relief to living symbols
                   Hieratic and mute.

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Women's Rights - Annie Louisa Walker

You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish,
  Nor turn our thoughts away
From the bright picture of a "Woman's Mission"
  Our hearts portray.

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Monday, 3 November 2014

November 3 - Kenji Miyazawa

Neither yielding to rain
nor yielding to wind
yielding neither to
snow nor to summer heat

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Boaz asleep - Victor Hugo

Overcome with weariness, he kept
To the same rough quarters as before:
All day had seen him on the threshing floor
And now, by sacks of wheat, tired Boaz slept.
He possessed, this good old man, large fields of wheat,
And barley too: was just, and passing rich.
His mill ran cleanly, fairly; he didn't switch
A neighbour's castings from the furnace heat.
His beard was silvered as an April stream;
His sheaves lay broad and open as the day.
Leave this or that to gleaners he would say.
Thoughtful this old man was: a kind regime.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Venus - María do Cebreiro

The book is sexless. The book is a tree.

She was like morning frost.
He wore a ring on his little finger.

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Sur la Mort de Marie - Pierre de Ronsard

Just as one sees, upon a branch, the rose in May,
to whose first flowered loveliness rich looks are lent,
with brighter organdies the very skies resent,
while dawn with tears will sprinkle it at break of day,

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Immutable - Delmira Agustini

   O you who sleep so deep you cannot wake!
Every night in mourning I come upon your pupils,
Miraculous in life, miraculous in death,

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Welcome Inside - Euphrase Kezilahabi

I

The traditional poets are playing now at sleeping
in the weak radiance of a setting sun
as their rhythms twist and turn on a sea of story,
having failed to plumb the depths of rationality.

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Rebekah - Anne Ranasinghe

Dusk, and a gnawing wind from the desert.
Flat the land, yellow and ochre and brown;
Halfway point: Europe behind us in sunlight and mist,
We fly to the East, towards darkness.

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Andy's Gone With Cattle - Henry Lawson

Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

Friday, 24 October 2014

Night Lamp - Agi Mishol

It takes time for the body
to grasp what the mind has decided

Thursday, 23 October 2014

My Shadow - Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

The Gold Horns - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

Upon the pages
Of the olden ages,
And in hills where are lying
The dead, they are prying;
On armour rusty,
In ruins musty,
On Rune-stones jumbled,
With bones long crumbled.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Dame Martha’s Fountain - Bernhard Severin Ingemann

Dame Martha dwelt at Karisegaard,
 So many kind deeds she wrought:
If the winter were sharp, and the rich man hard,
 Her gate the indigent sought.

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Little Little Man - Alfonsina Storni

Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

One word song - Vinay Benjamin

"Papa?" she sang over the lines,
Tremulous with expectation,
A word summoned all tenderness,
Time, the knave, bowed in salutation.

Monday, 13 October 2014

Against Unworthy Praise - William Butler Yeats

O heart, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What s not for their applause,
Being for a woman s sake.

Sunday, 12 October 2014

The Poet VIII - Khahlil Gibran

He is a link between this and the coming world.
He is
A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.

Saturday, 11 October 2014

In Due Season - John McCrae

If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil
Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught

Friday, 10 October 2014

In praise of Shiva - Manikkavachakar

I wear a cassia garland
and cling to Shiva's round shoulders,

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Alice Sick - Jean de La Fontaine

Sick, has Alice grown, and fearing dire event,
Some friend advised a servant should be sent
Her confessor to bring and ease her mind;—
Yes, she replied, to see him I'm inclined;
Let father Andrew instantly be sought:—
By him salvation usually I'm taught.

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

In the Mediterranean - Georges Moustaki

In this basin where
children with black eyes play
there are three continents
and centuries of history,
prophets of the gods,
the Messiah in person.
There is a fair summer there
that fears no autumn,
in the Mediterranean.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

The Lass o’ Ballochmyle - Robert Burns

’Twas even—the dewy fields were green,
 On every blade the pearls hang;
The zephyr wanton’d round the bean,
 And bore its fragrant sweets alang:
 In ev’ry glen the mavis sang,
All nature list’ning seem’d the while,
 Except where greenwood echoes rang,
Amang the braes o’ Ballochmyle.

Monday, 6 October 2014

There Is No Age - Eva Gore-Booth

There is no age, this darkness and decay
Is by a radiant spirit cast aside,
Young with the ageless youth that yesterday
Bent to the yoke of flesh immortal pride.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

We plough the fields and scatter - Matthias Claudius

We plough the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land,
but it is fed and watered
by God's almighty hand;
he sends the snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain.

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Blue Earth - Judita Vaičiūnaitė

To dig each day in the blue earth—
               to mine amber

Friday, 3 October 2014

The Poem of Zuhair - Zuhair

"Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground
between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me,
when addressed, belong to the abode of Ummi Awfa?

Thursday, 2 October 2014

The Shining Hours (II) - Emile Verhaeren

Although we saw this bright garden, wherein we
pass silently, flower before our eyes, it is
rather in us that grows the pleasantest and
fairest garden in the world.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The man on the bus - Jill Jones

He lets out a cat moan
in tune with something
in his head, or closer to his blood.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

In A New Night - Paul Éluard

Woman I’ve lived with
Woman I live with
Woman I’ll live with

Sunday, 28 September 2014

Man forgets - Sri Chinmoy

Man forgets. God forgives.
Man forgets God's Truth. God forgives man's ignorance.

Saturday, 27 September 2014

from: The Nymph of the Luo River - Cao Zhi

All at once she straightens herself
Skipping this way and that.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Of Work and Wealth - Masolino da Todi

A man should hold in very dear esteem
    The first possession that his labours gain'd;
    For, though great riches be at length attain'd,
From that first mite they were increased to him.

Monday, 22 September 2014

No one can please forever - Zhang Hua

No one can please forever; affection cannot be for one alone;
if it be so, it will one day end in disgust.

Sunday, 21 September 2014

Blessings - Katharine Tynan

God bless the little orchard brown
Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
Soon in a white and rosy gown
The trees will give great praise.

Saturday, 20 September 2014

A Farmhouse on the Wei River - Wang Wei

In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane;

Friday, 19 September 2014

How can someone separate you from me - Bihari Lal

How can someone separate you from me: your soul from mine?

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

The Shining Hours (XXI) - Emile Verhaeren

In hours like these, when through our dream of bliss
So far from all things not ourselves we move,
What lustral blood, what baptism is this
That bathes our hearts, straining toward perfect love?

Monday, 15 September 2014

Le Cimetière Marin - Paul Valéry

The sail of doves this tranquil roof assumes
palpitates through pines trees and the tombs.
Imperturbable midday, of fire
and sea, the sea beginning each occasion
to bring such riches in from contemplation:
great settlements of calm the gods inspire.

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Thee will I love, my strength, my tower - Johann Scheffler

Thee will I love, my strength, my tower;
Thee will I love, my hope, my joy;
Thee will I love with all my power,
With ardour time will ne’er destroy.
Thee will I love, O light divine,
So long as life is mine.

Saturday, 13 September 2014

I am the tree... - Dennis Vincent Brutus

I am the tree
creaking in the wind
outside in the night
twisted and stubborn:

Friday, 12 September 2014

The Factory Girl - John Arthur Phillips

She wasn't the least bit pretty,
And only the least bit gay;
And she walked with a firm elastic tread,
In a business-like kind of way.
Her dress was of coarse, brown woollen,
Plainly but neatly made,
Trimmed with some common ribbon
Or cheaper kind of braid;
And a hat with a broken feather,
And shawl of a modest plaid.

Thursday, 11 September 2014

The Masnavi Book I: Prologue - Jalal al-Din Rumi

Hearken to the reed-flute, how it complains,
Lamenting its banishment from its home:—

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Taste - Caasha Lul Mohamud Yusuf

If this poem isn't free of flaws or clunkiness,
if it contains disharmony or defects,
if it doesn't illuminate what's hidden
and isn't used to staunch old injuries,
its verses won't nourish, are a withered breast.
Let me recite this with spirit. It's night; it's time.

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

The Poem’s Gift - Stéphane Mallarmé

I bring you the child of an Idumean night!
Black, with pale naked bleeding wings, Light
Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,

Monday, 8 September 2014

Sheep - W.H. Davies

When I was once in Baltimore
A man came up to me and cried,
"Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
And we will sail on Tuesday's tide.

Sunday, 7 September 2014

Vondel's Lucifer (Act I, lines 1-26) - Joost van den Vondel

Belzebub:
My Belial hence hath sped on aery wings
To see where lingers our Apollion,

Saturday, 6 September 2014

The Prayer of the Giraffe - Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

Lord,
I who see the world from above
find it hard to get used to its pettiness.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Wullie Waggletail - William Soutar

Wee wullie waggletail, what is a’ your stishie?
Tak a sowp o’ water and coorie on a stane:

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Paris Latin Quarter - Femi Osofisan

Sweet Marie-Anne, she thought
Being French, intellectual and brunette

Entitled her, in any Parisian cafe
To prompt service—and she was

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Namibia - Dorian Haarhoff

wild west land
holster in the hip of Africa
strung on the studded belt of Capricorn.

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Monday, 1 September 2014

I Have Forsworn You - Anne Ranasinghe

I have forsworn you, closed all memory;
I work and eat, listen to music, sleep,
Walk in the garden, watch the changing moon
Pretending that I have no need of you.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Lament in ebony - Jessica Horn

arms are meant for embracing
minds to cultivate dreams of flight

Saturday, 30 August 2014

VAD - Mrs Bignold

'Valueless, A Duffer!' says the Sister's face.
When I try to do her orders with my bestest grace.
‘Vain And Disappointing!’ says Staff Nurse's eye,
If l dare to put my cap straight while she's walking by.

Friday, 29 August 2014

catching your flying kiss - RIC S. Bastasa

what i catch today is a
flying kiss
like a white butterfly
departing from your
rose lips
now hovering to mine

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Morning - Nikolai Nekrasov

You're unhappy, sick at heart:
Oh, I know it — here such sickness isn't rare.
Nature can but mirror
The surrounding poverty.

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

I have Lived Me - Tendai R Mwanaka

What can I possibly see?
In the tracks of my feet.
My body knows it,
What my head denies.
That my spirit dwells inside me
Awakened in my womb
To presence of overwhelming numbers-
answerable to my personal summons.

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

To God and Ireland True - Ellen O’Leary

I sit beside my darling’s grave,
  Who in the prison died,
And tho’ my tears fall thick and fast
  I think of him with pride:
Ay, softly fall my tears like dew,
For one to God and Ireland true.

Monday, 25 August 2014

Autumn Song - Sarojini Naidu

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;

Sunday, 24 August 2014

The Promised Land - Carl Leggo

like ancient Caleb son of Jephunneh

                           I too

have explored
                           the promised land

Saturday, 23 August 2014

A window and a wall - Palas Kumar Ray

I saw the window but I saw no wall.
The open window greeted me to look through.
I saw promises and hopes waiting for me there.

Friday, 22 August 2014

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Musings - Ian Jazzi

It's sometimes confusing the spin of the earth.
The ways of the world, the happenings in this world.
Today she's nice, tomorrow she's not.
Today it's hot and tomorrow... Rain!
Today stability, tomorrow earthquakes.
Tsunamis. Pain.
Up & down like elevators we all travel the floors of life.
Stopping when there's a power cut or when we have an agenda.
Agenda.

Monday, 18 August 2014

Sonnet - Giovanni Quirino

He commends the work of Dante's life, then drawing to 
its close; and deplores his own deficiencies.

Sunday, 17 August 2014

For Noha Al Hegelan - Venus Khoury-Ghata

At that time the earth was so high up
women hung out clouds and laundry on the same line
angels gripped their skirts to keep them from following stray souls

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Channelled - Jo Bell

A two-kingfisher day, with sparrowhawks thrown in
and we were bickering at Kingswood Junction.
Water won’t be told, she said, you never learn.
We settled to the first of nineteen locks.

Friday, 15 August 2014

Catania - Vincenzo da Filicaja

Thou buried city, o'er thy site I muse! —
What! does no monumental stone remain
To say, "Here yawned the earthquake-riven plain,
Here stood Catania, and here Syracuse"?

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Waking - Kālidāsa

Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
or a hair of sound touches him

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

The Settled Bards - Ernest O'Ferrall

These be the grim suburban days,
And, tho' in verse we frolic,
All soberly we go our ways
Writing our sweet commercial lays
And any sort of stuff that pays
(Our Johnnie's got the colic).

Monday, 11 August 2014

Candles - Surjit Paatar

Light these candles.
Rise, light these candles.
There will remain,
These quarrelsome winds,
But you should light these candles.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Heaven and hell - Spervogel

He is full of power and might
Who was born on Christmas night,
The holy Christ is He;
Praised of all things that be,
Save the devil, whose lothely pride
Brooked not once to bow the knee,
So must he in hell abide.

Saturday, 9 August 2014

She that would gain a faithful lover - Anon

She that would gain a faithful lover
Must at a distance keep the slave;
Not by a look her heart discover,
Men should but guess the thoughts we have.
Whilst they're in doubt their flame increases,
And all attendance they will pay;
When once confess'd their ardour ceases,
And vows like smoke soon fly away.

Thursday, 7 August 2014

A Coat - William Butler Yeats

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

The Miner - Henrik Johan Ibsen

Beetling rock, with roar and smoke
Break before my hammer-stroke!
Deeper I must thrust and lower
Till I hear the ring of ore.

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

The Elixir of Exile - Abdourahman Waberi

is going to Carthage to help understand
Djibouti

Monday, 4 August 2014

To Silvia - Giacomo Leopardi

Silvia, do you remember
the moments, in your mortal life,
when beauty still shone
in your sidelong, laughing eyes,
and you, light and thoughtful,
went beyond girlhood’s limits?

Sunday, 3 August 2014

Who Am I? - Deitrich Bonhoeffer

Who am I? They often tell me
I stepped from my cell’s confinement
Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
Like a Squire from his country house.

Saturday, 2 August 2014

Your Hands - Pablo Neruda

When your hands leap
towards mine, love,
what do they bring me in flight?

Friday, 1 August 2014

Island of Africa - Wayne Visser

Memories of Gondwana fade
The ancient world torn apart:
As rock plates and craters
Start shifting; slow-drifting –
And outcasts and misfits
Roll Darwin’s loaded dice

Thursday, 31 July 2014

Growing Blind - Rainer Maria Rilke

She sat, like all the rest of us, at tea.
It seemed at first as if she raised her cup
Not quite as all the others held theirs up.
She smiled: her smile was pitiful to see.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Sailing - Henrik Nordbrandt

After having loved we lie close together
and at the same time with distance between us
like two sailing ships that enjoy so intensely
their own lines in the dark water they divide
that their hulls
are almost splitting from sheer delight

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Wolf One-Eye on Odin's Street - Juris Kronbergs

On the pavement he found, not a heart,
but a potato
It wasn't even round,
but irregular and finished
like a sentence in a praised but plodding
literary effort

Monday, 21 July 2014

Sonnet - Jean de la Taille

If e'er ill luck did gentleman betide,
In tears and troubles steeped, that man am I.
I love to live in peace, yet war must ply;
I love glad cheer, yet must in sorrow bide.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

In the glad hours of the morning - Homero Aridjis

In the glad hours of the morning
it is lovely to stroll out under the sun.
Its rays spill down around the arms
and the radiance of its rings reverberates
through the blue ocelli in the Wings.

Friday, 18 July 2014

You dying on the phone - Valérie Rouzeau

You dying on the phone my mum he will not last the night see dad.
The train a dark rush under rain not last not die my father please oh please give me the get there soon.
Not deadying oh not desperish father everlast get up run fast –
Hand watch the time we’ve got to Vierzon outside it’s tipping hail.
We miss each other I have no idea passing through Vierzon that in these train arrival times you’ve died.
Not die oh please but everlast until the nurses’ corridor of white.
Until your bed as fast the engine into Lyon la Part-Dieu.
Until your forehead over now and all together in the little room and not forget.

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Psalm at the end of the night - Hatif Janabi

Hopes are lost because too many are devout
in their supplication.
Shapes howl under the weight of sinners.
And I sit alone chanting the last song
the dreamers sang
and an outcast hummed to the wilderness.
I rinse the dust of old proverbs
with autumn tears
with the whistling of the stars that stare vacantly
at the theatre of words.

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Bedouins - Fadhil Al Azzawi

Three Bedouins in a desert,
Carrying sacks strapped to their shoulders,

Monday, 14 July 2014

The hurricane - Haji Gora Haji

A hurricane once arrived         in the town of Siyu
Not only for this person nor for that        it was chaos
It uprooted the baobabs         but left the palm trees
The hearts were troubled.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Mimesis - Giampiero Neri

From the shapes and lines
one notes on butterfly wings

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Hibiscus - Jacinta Ramayah

I spied a shrub by the bank of a stream,
there my short legs took me,

Friday, 11 July 2014

Mountain - Edvard Kocbek

Whenever I look at you, you are magnificent
and when I gaze at your peak from nearby
my lips start to tremble, whispering, oh sacred
mountain, oh solemn and mysterious mountain, oh
untamed  and maternal mountain, oil
the primal and bold flight toward the sky,

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Bent over myself - Alfred Brendel

Bent over myself
I see
the blurred outline
of an unfamiliar face

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Lady - Briceida Cuevas Cob

Lady,
your breasts are two little girls jostling each other in play when you wash.

Monday, 7 July 2014

A Single Nose - Fatima Naoot

A tea set
Of many cups
With its noise and clouds of steam
The clinking of spoons against rims after dissolving the sugar
Differs
From a silent, single
Cup
Wearily waiting on the edge of an antique writing desk
For a sad lady
To arrive in a moment.

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Christ's Hospital of Faith - Dave Cocks

Have you been to Christ's hospital?
Thats where one goes to mend
their broken spirits of faith and hope.

Friday, 4 July 2014

Temagami - Archibald Lampman

Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines,
Lies the deep water, wild Temagami:

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Of his Lady among other Ladies - Guido Cavalcanti

With other women I beheld my love;—
Not that the rest were women to mine eyes,
Who only as her shadows seemed to move.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

In the Fog - Hermann Hesse

To wander in fog—how queer!
Lonely are bush and stone,
No tree sees the other near,
Each is alone.

Sunday, 29 June 2014

What Kind Of God? - Kabir

What kind of God would He be
if He did not hear the
bangles ring on
an ant’s
wrist

Saturday, 28 June 2014

To the Moon - Giacomo Leopardi

Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns,
I remember how, heavy with sorrow,
I climbed this hill to gaze on you,

Friday, 27 June 2014

Between going and staying the day wavers - Octavio Paz

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

Thursday, 26 June 2014

The Half Door - Seumas O’Sullivan

Dark eyes, wonderful, strange and dear they shone
  A moment’s space;
And wandering under the white stars I had gone
  In a strange place.

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

The Audience - Eqrem Basha

The head of the protocol department asked
What are you involved in
We are tired I said

Monday, 23 June 2014

To a Creole Lady - Charles Baudelaire

In a country perfumed with the sun’s embrace,
I knew ‘neath a dais of purpled palms,
And branches where idleness weeps o’er one’s face,
A Creolean lady of unknown charms.

Saturday, 21 June 2014

The nymphs - Bhāravi

The beauteous nymphs then left the sky,
Attended by Gandharvas1 skilled,
And joyous notes of drum and shell
And sound of cars the blue vault filled.

Friday, 20 June 2014

The Absence - Paul Éluard

I speak to you across cities
I speak to you across plains

Thursday, 19 June 2014

The Garmont of Gud Ladeis - Robert Henryson

Wald my gud lady lufe me best
And wirk eftir my will,
I suld ane garmond gudliest
Gar mak hir body till.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Quand vous serez bien vieille - Pierre de Ronsard

When you are old, in evening's candle-light
and skeining wool before the fireside blaze,
you'll read my verses, marvel, speak of days
‘when I was beautiful in Ronsard's sight.’

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

I Bear No Anger - Heinrich Heine

I bear no anger, though my heart must break,
Love lost forever! No, not for thy sake.
Resplendent though thou be with diamonds bright,
No beam can fall into thy bosom’s night.

Monday, 16 June 2014

Truce - Abdourahman Waberi

I scatter my voice all over of the town
There water outlines time

Sunday, 15 June 2014

Where I become You - Antjie Krog

Where I become You
Star-stung blind and dying in gravitation
You come
Hard stained and upwards

Saturday, 14 June 2014

A Good Play - Robert Louis Stevenson

We built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of soft pillows
To go a-sailing on the billows.

Friday, 13 June 2014

She wears a round skirt - Amir Khosrow

She wears a round skirt, stands on one leg,
That lady has eight legs,

Thursday, 12 June 2014

The Shining Hours (I) - Emile Verhaeren

Oh, splendour of our joy and our delight,
Woven of gold amid the silken air!
See the dear house among its gables light,
And the green garden, and the orchard there!

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Tears - Wang Seng-ju

High o’er the hill the moon barque steers.
      The lantern lights depart.

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Akure - Feyisayo Anjorin

Words are beautiful,
Some things are more than words;
Words could bind like cords,
Words could capture and keep in bounds.

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Bertrand Russell 1872 - 1970 - Jaan Kaplinski

THIS OLD HAMMER IT SHINES LIKE SILVER
IT HAS NO MORE WEIGHT - THE OLD SILVER HAMMER
FLEW AWAY FROM THE HANDS OF THE BLACKSMITH
AND IS CLICKING ON THE NAILHEADS HIGH IN THE WINTER SKY

Friday, 6 June 2014

To Sayf al-Dawla - Al-Mutanabbi

Resolutions are measured against those who make them;
generosity in accordance with the giver.

Thursday, 5 June 2014

The pawn - C.F. Cavafy

As I often watch people playing chess
my eye follows one Pawn
that little by little finds his way
and manages to reach the last line in time.

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Fire - Hagiwara Sakutarō

I saw fire burning red
like a beast
you keep silent and do not say.

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

An Essay on Birthing - Akiko Yosano

1.
As I climb into
The car, I know I am not
Coming back alive.
The hospital gate looks much
Like an execution ground.

Monday, 2 June 2014

A Heavenly Woman's Imprisoned in the Palace (Buddhist Dancers) - Li Yu

A heavenly woman's imprisoned in the palace at Penglai Hill,
All are silent as she sleeps by day in the painted hall.

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Creator of the Earth and Sky - Ambrose of Milan (Augusta Treverorum)

Creator of the earth and sky,
Ruling the firmament on high,
Clothing the day with robes of light,
Blessing with gracious sleep the night.

Saturday, 31 May 2014

Out Back - P.P. Quinn

We dumped our swags by the river—side when the sun was getting low;
To reach the boys on the other side we had four good miles to go;
But the winding stream that before us stretched ran sluggishly and wide—
'T was a hundred yards from where we sat to the sand on the other side.
The tailings washed from the claims above had sullied the waters clear,
And thicker and thicker they slowly ran as year succeeded year;
My mate and myself wished heartily we had reached the further shore—
The trip was the first he had made on the track, but I had been there before

Friday, 30 May 2014

A Tired Day - Sergei Esenin

When a tired day bowed down to the night
The waves fell still, the birds wouldn’t fly,
The sun set down over the hills (what a sight!)
And musingly the moon floated in the sky.

Thursday, 29 May 2014

A night-mooring near Maple Bridge - Zhang Ji

While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost;

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

River-Mates - Padraic Colum

I’ll be an otter, and I’ll let you swim
A mate beside me; we will venture down
A deep, dark river, when the sky above
Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we,

Friday, 23 May 2014

At the Edge of Time - Pierre Reverdy

The stems of the sun bent over the eye
             The sleeping man
The whole of the earth

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Autumn fields - Bhāravi,

Now Arjun came to peopled lands,

All fresh and blooming as a bride;
The tuneful birds flew in the sky,

Monday, 19 May 2014

On a Blind Girl - Baha ad-Din Zuhayr

They call my love a poor blind maid:
I love her more for that, I said;

Sunday, 18 May 2014

The Return Home - Joseph the Hymnographer

Safe home, safe home in port!
—Rent cordage, shattered deck,
Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck:
But oh! the joy upon the shore
To tell our voyage-perils o’er!

Saturday, 17 May 2014

Love’s madness (Book I.1:1-38) - Sextus Propertius

Cynthia was the first, to my cost, to trap me with her eyes:
I was untouched by love before then.
Amor it was who lowered my gaze of endless disdain,
and, feet planted, bowed my head,
till he taught me, recklessly,
to scorn pure girls and live without sense,
and this madness has not left me for one whole year now,
though I do attract divine hostility.

Friday, 16 May 2014

Who Can Count The Sand In Oceans? - Akaki Tsereteli

Who can count the sand in oceans,
Or the stars in skies at night?

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Raisins And Almonds - Abraham Goldfaden

Under baby's cradle in the night
Stands a goat so soft and snowy white

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Sunday, 11 May 2014

Jesus – The Shepherd - Vikram G. Aarella

Oh, my shepherd lord
What are your followers doing?
They are playing the money card
Luring men into their fold and converting.

Friday, 9 May 2014

Sleepy birds - Mihai Eminescu

All those sleepy birds
Now tired from flight
Hide among the leaves
Good-night!

Thursday, 8 May 2014

The Harper - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ah, he who seeketh solitude
Is all too soon alone;
Men live and love, but he must brood
Upon his pain and moan.
Leave agony with me!
When I at last shall be
Quite lonely grown—
I shall not be alone.

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Shell - Indrė Valantinaitė

Since the time I moved away from you,
I slide along the ground like a snail
on whose slimy body fragments
of my shell still stick.

Monday, 5 May 2014

The Way You Are - Paul Adolphus

When you look in the mirror
what do you see?
Is the person who's looking back
The person you want to be?

Sunday, 4 May 2014

Christ's Manhood - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

I know not where thou art.
Where hast thou gone, dear child,
Thou who from earth's young heart
Hast looked to Heaven and smiled?
Ah, in the scorched field
I search for thee in vain,
But in the woods concealed
I find thee once again.

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Pine Tree - Kim Ki-Taek

Even pine needles are broad, in their earliest stages.
Their present form, now sharpened and firmed,
Traces of the passing chill, creating openings between the leaves, thin slicing forks.
Traces of cold blood passing through reptiles' veins.

Friday, 2 May 2014

A Song of an Autumn Night - Wang Wei

Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
Has chilled the robe she will not change—

Thursday, 1 May 2014

The old quays - Georges Rodenbach

That exquisite hour at evening’s approach,
when the heavens fill with processions tinged rose
which advance, shedding souls and flowers,
casting into the air the fragrance of censers.
Then, more lucid beneath the declining light
of sunset, whose crimson glow gradually dies,
the charm of old walls where ancient streets end.

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

I Always Knew (Sonnet XX) - Louise Labé

I always knew that I would find a way
To love you, ever since I saw your face
Portrayed on canvas at your uncle’s place.
I trembled when we met on that March day.

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Little Zebras - Ana Ristovic

The more I read
the more books
resemble little zebras
their spines bend under the thumb
anticipating the riders
they won't buck off.

Monday, 28 April 2014

Blessed Be the Hour - Walter von der Vogelweide

Blessed be the hour when first I knew her,
Her who with heart and soul did rout me;
When all my senses were aroused to woo her,
I felt her goodness hover all about me.
And now I cannot part from her again,
Because her beauty and kindness delight me,
And her red, red mouth that laughs so brightly.

Sunday, 27 April 2014

An Evening Reflection Upon God's Grandeur Prompted by the Great Northern Lights - Mikhail Lomonosov

The day conceals its brilliant face,
And dark night covers up the fields,
Black shadows creep upon the hills,
Light's rays recede from us.
Before us gapes a well of stars -
Stars infinite, well fathomless.

Friday, 25 April 2014

A young soul - Al-Mutanabbi

A young soul in my ageing body plays,
Though time’s sharp blades my weary visage raze.

Hard biter in a toothless mouth is she,
The will may wane, but she a winner stays.

Thursday, 24 April 2014

The insolvent debtor - George Cosbuc

Home walked she from the mill
Her sack was down and she
Could not lift it again.
"May I help?" "What?" "For pay!"
And in the narrow lane
Good girls shouldn't wave away
Such offers and say "nay".
That she agreed was plain.

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

The True Dragon - Brian Patten

St George was out walking
He met a dragon on a hill,
It was wise and wonderful
Too glorious to kill

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Capystranus (introduction) - John of Capistrano

O myghty fader in heuen on hye
One god and persones thre

Monday, 21 April 2014

Seven Stanzas at Easter - John Updike

Make no mistake
If he rose at all it was as his body;
If the cells' dissolution did not reknit,
The amino acids rekindle,
The church will fall.

Sunday, 20 April 2014

The day of resurrection! - John of Da­mas­cus (John Mansur)

The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad;
The Passover of gladness, the Passover of God.
From death to life eternal, from earth unto the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over, with hymns of victory.

Saturday, 19 April 2014

No, it was not the Jews who crucified - Jacobus Revius

No, it was not the Jews who crucified,
Nor who betrayed You in judgment place,

Friday, 18 April 2014

Good Friday - Maria Melendez Kelson

Jesus, I want my sins back.
My prattle, pride, and private prices?—?
climbing, clinching, clocking?—?

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Ode - Amir ibn Kolthum

Ha girl! Up with the bowl! Give us our dawn draught
And do not spare the wines of al-Andarina,

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Vondel's Lucifer (Act I, lines 173-191) - Joost van den Vondel

Belzebub:
Now picture me the bride, described from life.

Apollion:
That Nature's pencil needs, nor lesser hues
Than sunbeams. Perfect are both man and wife;

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The Garden in Samothrace - Nonnus of Panopolis

Such was that shady garden. Near flowed forth
A fountain with two springs, whence all might draw
Perennial waters cool; in many a rill
Thence had the skilful gardener trained along
From plant to plant the winding wandering stream.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Bringing in the Wine - Li Bai

See how the Yellow River's water moves out of heaven.
Entering the ocean, never to return.
See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers,
Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow...

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Coming to the City Nearest You - Carol Penner

Jesus comes to Jerusalem, the city nearest you.
Jesus comes to the gate, to the synagogue,
to houses prepared for wedding parties,
to the pools where people wait to be healed,
to the temple where lambs are sold,
to gardens, beautiful in the moonlight.
He comes to the governor’s palace.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Last Dream - Giovanni Pascoli

Read the translator's notes
Out of a motionless infernal
shudder and clang of steel on steel
as wagons moved toward the eternal,
a sudden silence: I was healed.

Friday, 11 April 2014

Cam's Love - Hoàng Cầm

If I were young as in the days of old,
I'd take you in forever to live with me.
On each golden sundown that gently rolled,
You'd sing to my lute as in younger days.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

The Naming of a Child - Togara Muzanenhamo

It began with a leisured cycle of turning strokes,
every breath drawing on syllables, her name dug
from each jab stirring the brown muddy water.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Silentium - Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Confusion of saints with hypocrites - Jalal al-Din Rumi

Worldly senses are the ladder of earth,
Spiritual senses are the ladder of heaven.
The health of the former is sought of the leech,
The health of the latter from " The Friend."

Monday, 7 April 2014

Persian fopperies (Odes, I, 38) - Horace

Boy, I hate their empty shows,
Persian garlands I detest,
Bring not me the late-bloom rose
Lingering after all the rest:

Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Good Shepherd - Lope de Vega

Shepherd! who with thine amorous, sylvan song
Hast broken the slumber that encompassed me,
Who mad'st Thy crook from the accursed tree
On which Thy powerful arms were stretched so long!

Saturday, 5 April 2014

I Have Dreamed of You so Much - Robert Desnos

I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
your dear voice come alive again?

Friday, 4 April 2014

It's Spring - Eduard Mörike

Spring unfurls its blue ribbon
To flutter in the air again;