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APPEAL – Poetry, by Harry Martinson

APPEAL The full moon shines in the sea, and you in my heart. The bank expects and becomes older. You never come. Fleeting, the lunar path on the sea that swallowed the ship, with whom long we wandered, led by the desire, playing the flute and harp, combining singing and meat, in the silver wind. (Harry Martinson)

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A PORT IN THE MEDITERRANEAN – Poetry, by Henrik Nordbrandt

A PORT IN THE MEDITERRANEAN I do not know what is more important, the spicy sweetness of bitter coffee, mixed with the taste of the first cigarette in the morning, or the smell of fish and boats, freshly painted. The washed clothes on the wire, between the almond trees in bloom, or the mountains that put them in prominence. No, ...

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BLACK MAPS – Poetry, by Mark Strand

BLACK MAPS Not the attendance of stones, nor the applauding wind, shall let you know you have arrived. Nor the sea that celebrates only departures, nor the mountains, nor the dying cities. Nothing will tell you, where you are. Each moment is a place, you’ve never been. You can walk, believing you cast a light around you. But how will ...

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SUMMER – Poetry by Abai Kunanbaev

SUMMER Summer climbs the mountains. Flowers overcolour and blanch. Men leave the sun and sit, tree-tented, by the cold creek. Horses bray, each apart in the warm air, and the long grass whiffles in a lime plain. Hushed and still, the horseherd stand in whiter-high; and wave the flies away with silk-swish tails; and colts clatter the air, rippling the ...

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PETALS TO THE ALBA – Poetry by Eugenio Montejo

PETALOS AL ALBA > Cuarto por cuarto, lámpara por lámpara, los edificios amanecen y en derredor la lluvia abre sus pétalos, con un lento susurro que recorre sedas y cortinajes. Dormidos dentro de una flor que se alza demasiado despacio sobre el mundo. Aún ignoramos de qué país remoto, nos ha traído el sueño, pero nos consta que entre noche ...

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BETWEEN GOING AND STAYING – Poetry by Octavio Paz

ENTRE IRSE Y QUEDARSE > Entre irse y quedarse duda el día, enamorado de su transparencia. La tarde circular es ya bahía. En su quieto vaivén se mece el mundo. Todo es visible y todo es elusivo, todo está cerca y todo es intocable. Los papeles, el libro, el vaso, el lápiz reposan a la sombra de sus nombres. Latir ...

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NIGHT ON THE ISLAND – Poetry by Pablo Neruda

LA NOCHE EN LA ISLA > Toda la noche he dormido contigo junto al mar en la isla. Salvaje y dulce eras entre el placer y el sueño, entre el fuego y el agua. Tal vez muy tarde nuestros sueños se unieron en lo alto o en el fondo, arriba como ramas que un mismo viento mueve, abajo como rojas ...

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SAYING SOMETHING – Poetry, by Carol Ann Duffy

SAYING SOMETHING  Things assume your shape. Discarded clothes, a damp shroud in the bathroom, vacant hands. This is not fiction. This is the plain and warm material of love. My heart assumes it. We wake. Our private language starts the day. We make familiar movements through the house. The dreams we have no phrases for slip through our fingers into ...

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THE SKY OF LITTLE SHEEP – Poetry Marek Šindelka

THE SKY OF LITTLE SHEEP > The sky of little sheep descends westward, windbreaks along the way, such as feeders close my eyes and create a black line. Similar things are everywhere, in the woods and fields. Grey Wood, old fences strange, why am I here? The snow does not stay a long time the fungal leaf glued. I walk ...

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I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER LIGHT THAT YOUR BODY FRONT OF THE MINE – Poetry, Miguel Hernández

I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER LIGHT THAT YOUR BODY FRONT OF THE MINE I do not want other light that your body front of the mine, absolute light, complete transparency. Clarity whose belly, as the bottom of the river, affirms itself with time, sinks with the blood . What have they done to durable and shiny materials, the heart of ...

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