I CAN NOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU I can not exist without you. I forget about everything but to see you: my life seems to stop there, I look ahead. You’ve me absorbed. Right now I have a feeling as to dissolve: I would be very sad without hope to see you soon. I’d be afraid to break away from …
Read More »HALLUCINATION: Poetry of Bai Yuchan
HALLUCINATION He invaded my house, passed the gate of the courtyard, went through the cracks destination. Then, standing, alive, in the middle of the courtyard, he explains the truth of this beautiful cock I chuckled, she has much still to be clarified. This newborn piglet is wonderful, I giggled as before. She still takes me back: these flowers are really …
Read More »WHAT DOES LIVING SOUL? – Poetry by Mikhail Ajzenberg
WHAT DOES LIVING SOUL? What soul lives? Did I not nourished with a knife, all year, in a table spread? A sip drank misery of others. And there in the footsteps of the Titans, I stumble with my soul. Ah, a witch! Just hear the first touch, you fionderà. Whether the outskirts of Moscow, or both morning. And then he …
Read More »GREETING: Poetry by Ferreira Gullar
GREETING I will leave the world with fury. No matter what seemingly happens if I retire gently. In fact, at that time they will stand by me tearing roots so deep as these Brazilian skies. In a hubbub of people and strong winds, eyes that I loved, friendly faces, afternoons and summers lived, they will be crying, because I stay …
Read More »A SLIGHT RAIN FALLS: Poetry of Yosa Buson
A SLIGHT RAIN FALLS A light rain falls, no noise, on the moss. How many memories of the past! (Yosa Buson) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collected-Haiku-Yosa-Buson/dp/1556594267
Read More »LAND OF SPARROWS: Poetry of Nazih Abu ‘Afash
LAND OF SPARROWS Maybe you think: this is a dark red flower flowing on the rock, these forms aggregates at the edges of the trenches are shepherds doze. The earth, as he depicted the brush of God, it is a field ready for plowing, for wheat, the walks, the songs. Maybe you think, does not know, how could he know …
Read More »HEART: Poetry of Margaret Atwood
HEART Some sell their blood. You will sell the heart. Either that or the soul. The hard part is to pull out the damn thing. A kind of spiral movement, like an oyster shell, your spine a pulse, and then, hey presto! It is in your mouth. Nearly you put yourself in turmoil, like un’attinia ejecting a stone. There is …
Read More »ROSE FLOWER: Poetry Hai Zi
ROSE FLOWER Rose flower, body like honey. He rose garden, hair like night, hold the white snow of her swollen breasts. It brings snow, outside the door of snow two glasses of wine covered with white snow. Window of snow, in the window of white snow two valleys rose flaming, or two candles flaming two candles burning burning himself, to …
Read More »A FLOWER ON THE HAND OF A WOMAN: Poetry, by Fatima Na’ut
A FLOWER ON THE HAND OF A WOMAN Every time a man dies, a flower blooms on the hand of a woman. Your absence always comes with his head down, vague as usual through the rooms, before asking for dinner and coffee; It ensures that small are in me, and forgiveness behind my ears; then it appears on the balcony, …
Read More »FROM A NOTEBOOK: Poetry, by James Merrill
FROM A NOTEBOOK The whiteness near and far. The cold, the hush. A first word stops the blizzard, steps out into fresh candor. You ask no more. Each never taken stride leads onward, though in circles ever smaller, smaller. The vertigo upholds you. And now to glide, across the frozen pond, steelshod, to chase its dreamless oval, with loop and …
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