From “The Sun” ~ Vidyakara Translated from Sanskrit by Daniel H. H. Ingalls, Sr. I praise the disk of the rising sun red as a parrot’s beak, sharp-rayed, friend of the lotus grove, an earring for the goddess of the east.
Lineage – Margaret Walker My grandmothers were strong. They followed plows and bent to toil. They moved through fields sowing seed. They touched earth and grain grew. They were full of sturdiness and singing. My grandmothers were strong. My grandmothers are full of memories Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay With veins rolling […]
Winter ~ Princess Shikishi Translated from Japanese by Hiroaki Sato The wind is cold. Leaves one by one are cleared from the night sky. The moon bares the garden.
Still ~ Aila Meriluoto Translated from Finnish by Jaakko A. Ahokas In the fall, I believe again in poetry if nothing else it is a movement of the mind. Summers ball together into sticky lumps, spring evenings are glass beads from one mould for standard-size youth, winter a smooth heaviness, not even cold. But the […]
Today’s poem has a bit of humor, and also an important question. Troubles with the Soul at Morning Calisthenics ~ Anna Swir Translated from Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan Lying down I lift my legs, my soul by mistake jumps into my legs. This is not convenient for her, besides, she must branch, […]
