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The doves had started to fly.
We were ecstatic.
We wrote poems on peace,
but in the end,
started to fight over whose poem was more beautiful.
And the doves
returned to their nests in fear.
Translator | … [Read the rest...] “The doves had started to fly | Rasool Yoonan”
Such a rich assemblage of hair on my two arms,
The hide and seek of the moon, as though your face.
What a concealed thrill.
Your body is a flowing stream
Where the waves rise and sink.
I am Krishna.… [Read the rest...] “Krishna-Radha | Saidqul Islam”
For you I will leave behind my all – I had thought
For you I will resolve such disarrayed
Superfluous offerings – I had thought
But this was not to be
If greed for all made you haughty,
You leave … [Read the rest...] “My All | Kakali Biswas Sengupta”
If certainly there is death
If it waits near, near a bush, like a hunter
Behind the door, on the roof, in dark alleys,
In the crossing where four roads meet,
If it will certainly come
Why not today!
When … [Read the rest...] “If There is Death, Certainly | Taslima Nasrin (Trans.)”
the sun whispers
through the bamboo tree
komorebi, honey
she extends her silk wings
under the timid moon
flurry and butterfly
a mirage of a look
her eyes so close
so closed
obsidian dream
her orchid face
the last thing … [Read the rest...] “Maiko Haiku | Virginie Colline”
O beautiful winged bee
for whom honey is life.
Tell me what you saw
and nothing just to please me.
Among the flowers you know,
is there one as fragrant as the tresses of my love
with straight perfect teeth,… [Read the rest...] “Two Poems from Kuruntokai | Karupudayyan Kavinien”
from Hurrah, It Burns! | Pavol Janik
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2.
Seasonal poets, occasional critics
and café day labourers
dissolve their cheques books
and shirts in their morning coffee
in the hope
of more rational sugars
Together with working hours
and other … [Read the rest...] “Hurrah, It Burns! | Pavol Janik”
At the beginning it was like a dream.
She said:
“Have at least one dream with me.
You’ll see – it’ll be a dream
which you’ve never dreamt about before.”
Descend deeper with me,
dream from the back,
dream retrospectively… [Read the rest...] “A Dictionary of Foreign Dreams | Pavol Janik”