Poetry International Web
en/nl
dutch news
B
Uljana Wolf
in the beginning bald, bald at the end once more: in between, this hair is hard to grasp, tricky to
...
BACK
Mária Ferenčuhová
Everything seems ok.
Rabbis study in the Lublin yeshiva again
even if the Jewish
...
BACK FROM ACEDIA
Erik Lindner
1. She knows how to wear a coat as a dress
while sitting she perches
on the toes of her
...
BACK WEST
Simon Ó Faoláin
This corner of the townland
Where the fields are not neat and rectangular
With parallel
...
BACKLIT
Elke Erb
A dance like that of those Serbian peasants
A line in a poem by . . . I don’t read
...
BACKYARD OR THE AXIOM ON PAIN
Marko Pogačar

Someone’s grilling fish.
the air sprinkled with roasted bay leaves is
sneaking into
...
BACOVIA
Tallulah Flores
Night’s body goes to bed.
Slowly, in the shadows,
the taverns shout. ...
BAD GUYS
Yao Feng
I suspect some of them of being bad guys
but I still treat them as good guys
just as
...
BAD TIMES
Liana Mejía
In front of the mirror
you try on the masks of abandonment,
exchanging absence
for
...
BADOU
Myriam Montoya
All colours come to you
Any lightning fecundates your skin
Your skirting tunic uncovers
...
BAGGAGE CAROUSEL
Menna Elfyn
1

A bag is born,
a good baby
the quiet one beside you,
It scares away
...
BAGS OF BONES
Dunya Mikhail
What good luck!
She has found his bones.
The skull is also in the bag
the bag in her
...
BAIT
Cees Nooteboom
Poetry can never be about me,
nor I about poetry.
I am alone, the poem is alone,...
BALD
Mitsuharu Kaneko
Sea’s daybreak
peeling off
like a shark’s body.

—the muddy rinse water...
BALDNESS
K. G. Sankara Pillai
1

The baldhead and the baldhead have
little to hide from each other.
They can
...
BALKAN
Sanjin Sorel
it’s a dramatic age. caricature mindfully mindless hunts its own shade
somatic fates are
...
BALLAD OF A DEAD MAN
Serge Delaive
As I walked along the promontory
I noticed my father was standing there
at the same
...
BALLAD OF MY AUNT CALLING TO WISH ME
A HAPPY BIRTHDAY OR VICE VERSA

Robert Anker
For we were born on the same day a mystery
Yet unsolved for she being so much
Older
...
BALLAD OF THE READY-SKIRT-GIRL
Mario Rivero
This is the ballad of the girl prodigal with herself
who happy and shooting off
...
BALLAD OF WILD JOY
Porfirio Barba Jacob
My glass full — the wine of the Anahuac —
my effort vain — my passion sterile —
I am a
...
BALLADE OF THE UNSEEN OCEAN,
RHYTHMED IN DIVERSE VERSE

León de Greiff

                                            to Gregorio Castañeda Aragón


I have
...
BALLISTICS
Eli Eliahu
It’s nothing but a camera trick. Your death,
maybe also your life, acrobatics of
...
BANG!
Durs Grünbein
That’s when the tyre burst. In front of us the lorry
Started to swerve. Lurched
...
BANISHED
Ali Abdolrezaei
On this side of the world even if you had a living son
it would be a son on this side of the
...
BANKS
Stefan Hertmans
He caught a hawk-moth
With his hand when really
He wanted to keep a child
From plunging
...
BARBARIAN VILLAGE
Pandora
‘We will awe you with our colours’
On faces, stomachs and arms
Feline
...
BARCELONA - 2.5 YEARS LATER
Danie Marais
We sit together in a restaurant, maybe for the last time.
The name of the place is La Veronica
...
BAROQUE ACCOUNT
Paul van Ostaijen
Sometimes
— when the boats of their senses' beat
against the ever-swelling cliff
of
...
BARREN LANDSCAPE
Luz Mary Giraldo
If there were a woman in this landscape she’d be alone
if there were a man
he’d be a
...
BASHÕ
Cees Nooteboom
1
Old man among the reeds mistrust of the poet.
He is on his way to the North he is making a
...
BASHÕ I
Cees Nooteboom
Old man in the middle of reeds suspicion of the poet.
He goes his way to the North he composes
...
BASHÕ II
Cees Nooteboom
We know the cheap perils of poetic poetry
And of moonstruck singing. It is embalmed air,...
BASHÕ III
Cees Nooteboom
On his hat of cypress he wrote: Nowhere in this universe
have I found a settled home. Death
...
BASHÕ IV
Cees Nooteboom
The poet is a mill that turns the landscape to words.
Yet he thinks like you and his eyes see
...
BATHHOUSE
Masayo Koike
Late at night the Daikokuya bathhouse is quiet
An old woman bone-tired
Even naked unable
...
BATS IN THE TWILIGHT
Xi Chuan
In Goya’s paintings they brought nightmares
For artists. They flutter up and down
Left
...
BATTLE RATION
David Avidan
To drink heavy water
to breathe pure air-force air
to don a uniform and holidays ...
BAVARIAN SHORE-LANDS (MUCKED ODELETTE)
Ulrike Draesner
this was the dust flickering golden: on the paths
the verges the little christ’s heads
...
BE SHOCKED
Ivan Slamnig
Be shocked, my love, at what’s happening this evening;
people talking behind our backs,
...
BEACH SEPTEMBER ‘64
Gabriele Frasca
tonight you see your residue outlines
the tiny leak through which passes
the ocean of
...
BEAGLE
Hubert van Herreweghen
It’s a smell and you must find its location,
a trace, and not a place to abide.
I who
...
BEAR
Oleh Lysheha
After dining in the moonlight,
He sorted the bones —
The small and the larger separated
...
BEATIFUL IN BEAUFORT WEST
Gert Vlok Nel
& you were beautiful in Beaufort West and I was so frightened and so frightingly in love with
...
BEAUTIFUL
Armando
How beautiful, human beings say, a bird in the throes of death,
observe the battle of the
...
BECAUSE
Shulamit Apfel
Since I didn’t show any signs that I knew how to read no one paid attention when I began to
...
BECAUSE, WHY
Margarita Cardona
Because musicians
Always la, la
Because they can begin
Irrupt into the silence...
BECHEROVKA
Manuel de Freitas
Norwegian, tall, dubiously
dark-haired and forever smiling.
She begged me not to be ...
BED
Rafi Weichert
 
Don’t move. It’s nice like this. Falling
light softens contours,...
BEDS AND LOOMS
Takako Arai
My job was as an operator, to call people out
An inexperienced girl like me
Pick up the
...
BEE
Caitríona Ní Chléirchín
Like a bee almost in my heart,
you emerged flowering though my breasts,
and your every
...
BEETHOVEN ON THE BEAUFORT SCALE
Anneke Brassinga
sea like a mirror
scaly ripples, no
foam –

small wavelets, do not
break,
...
BEFORE . . .
Nazih Abou Afach
I know that you, tomorrow, after laying me down,
Will put your rose wreaths on my grave....
BEFORE ASPIRIN
Nazih Abou Afach
Think of pain
As Michelangelo thinks of the rock’s suffering
Think of pain.
Think of
...
BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP
Mangalesh Dabral
Before going to sleep I collect the morning papers
And push away the day’s headlines
I
...
BEFORE OUR VERY EYES
P.P. Ramachandran
A train derailed
By a wrong signal
Halted at a country lane
Leading to a paddy
...
BEFORE PARTING
Nirupama Dutt
Come let’s forget the storm
that tore us from our
respective caravans
and brought us
...
BEFORE SLEEP
Israel Pincas
This is the prettiest city
in the world:
one of the loveliest for sure.
The
...
BEFORE THE BEGINNING
Jan Glas
Timid folk with words from before the beginning.
We didn’t need to think up life....
BEFORE THE CAMERA
Monika Kumar
My legs tremble –
you want to capture
my most beautiful picture...
BEFORE THE DAWN
Kanaka Ha. Ma.
I am like a pond in the forest at this very moment
Full, embracing the earth
Dense
...
BEFORE THE LEAP
Willem Jan Otten
With August drawing to a close,
the bath attendant locked the cubicles,
biked whistling off
...
BEFORE THIS
Teji Grover
Before I come over to your place
and I see you reading
in the courtyard sunshine,

...
BEGANE GROND
Roni Margulies
Our lift talks to me, as I go up
or down, in a gentle, protective tone.
“We are
...
BEGGAR
Angshuman Kar
Without informing us
Sometimes our friends change their numbers
 
With
...
BEGINNING
Anna Enquist
There was nothing to name, time
held its tongue. A dancing foaming
above dull thuds.
...
BEHIND THE WORDS
Gerhard Falkner
I must have eaten from the spheres
they must have been bitter –
or evil
they had
...
BEING AND TIME
Batsheva Dori-Carlier
Father, I stand in a place where you could not,
speaking step-mother-tongue German and broken
...
BEING BEAUTEOUS
Mário Cesariny de Vasconcelos
My English friend who entered the bedroom and drew the curtains with a single swipe
knew what he
...
BEING RIGHT
Umberto Fiori
When, by dint of evidence and logic
and objections and questions, you have managed
to
...
BELARUSIAN I
Valzhyna Mort
even our mothers have no idea how we were born
how we parted their legs and crawled out into
...
BELATED NOVENA TO SAINT RITA
Justyna Bargielska
I really didn't want to die then.
I'd only just learnt to fold
my hands in
...
BELATED RECOGNITION
Najwan Darwish
Often I was the stone the builders neglected
But when they came, worn out and remorseful...
BELIEF
Fernando Linero
One must have a high belief
to follow on the way of the hours
with a black sun swooping
...
BELOW SEA LEVEL
Roni Margulies
“Rot”, says my dictionary, means “muddy”.
“A” means
...
BENEATH THE BALCONY
Mandakranta Sen
Standing beneath the balcony
I'll flirt with the boys at the bus-stop
Look
...
BENEATH THE SKY
Gloria Posada
Stars
point out the Earth
Elements inhabit us
shape the flesh
substance and
...
BERLIN – ANSBACHER STRASSE
Hans Tentije
This is the key in your hand, this is the side wing door
to the entrance, the broad
...
BERSAGLIERI SONG
Paul van Ostaijen

...
BESIDE THE NILE
Anneke Brassinga
No entrance with flourishes needed to occur.
Of a vanishing point no one knew. Everything
...
BETWEEN MY HOUSE AND YOURS
Ilan Sheinfeld
 
 
We’ve never walked yet through your past.
Separating my house
...
BETWEEN ROCK AND SKY
Samuel Jaramillo

...
BETWEEN THE AVENUE AND THE SEA
Aryeh Sivan
I remember my kindergarten in Tel Aviv
on Jewish National Fund Avenue, in a housing
...
BETWEEN THE NECTAR AND THE POISON
K. G. Sankara Pillai
1

The bird decided
to return from Utopia
when it could reach nowhere...
BETWEEN THE TENTS
Mark Boog
It must have been visible:
the execution of the sentence upon us,
slowly now, still not
...
BETWEEN THEM
K. Schippers
The mild superstition with cracks between paving stones    that religion, the
...
BETWEEN THESE LINES
S. Joseph
Between these lines
sometimes I and sometimes you
may cease to exist.
We are not
...
BEYOND THE FOG
Lo Fu
An egret
Reads Les Nourritures Terrestres in a rice paddy
It circles a certain point,
...
BEYOND THE SALT MARSH AND NOWHERE CITY
Tsjêbbe Hettinga
1



           
...
BICYCLES IN THE SIXTIES
Sun Wenbo
Early morning, free of clothes
I stay indoors, coolness like a fine silk covers my skin....
BIG BROTHER
Ester Naomi Perquin
No father or mother to get us down from the trees
for food or sleep, the most climbing-packed
...
BIG HEN OF NO RETURN
Robert Perišić
dawn comes after the egg gets broken from the inside. Cornfields, you played your zither
in
...
BIG SISTER LISA, HAVE YOU BEEN TO LAIZA?
Zeyar Lynn
Big sister Lisa, you are such Dynamite!
I have been smitten since I was a Karen child
...
BILLIARDS
Heiichi Sugiyama
All I could do was dash on

knowing the pain to come
I struck with all my might
...
BINDWEED
Jan Wagner
do not underestimate the bindweed,
its need for wreathe and stifle rooted deep
in its
...
BIO
Paul Demets
The lint on my hands blossoms
like cotton. You shine silkily. The spears
that stab
...
BIOGRAPHICAL ZONE
Paulo Teixeira
Now that the world has slipped like a ball
from out of god’s hands to cross through
spaceless
...
BIOGRAPHY
Nuno Júdice
He fell into desire, the melancholy sin
of love, delight in the moment that time
erases. To
...
BIOGRAPHY OF A DEPUTY MANAGER OF A BRUSH FACTORY
Hezy Leskly
1. She never left home
without her
mini salt shaker—
—the world she
...
BIOGRAPHY OF A FEARFUL MAN
Piedad Bonnet
My father was soon afraid of having been born.
But he soon remembered also
the duties of a
...
BIOGRAPHY OF NO ONE
Juan Manuel Roca
It is notable, the glory of No One: he had no ancestors under the sun, under the rain, has set no
...
BIPOLARHONEY
Ronelda Kamfer
i wish i could get up like yesterday
wash, get dressed, go to work like yesterday
but
...
BIRD
Bharat Majhi
I have been dreaming
the same thing
since my childhood.

The dream is like
...
BIRD
Marije Langelaar
In the bird itself
everything seemed equally worthless
 
it was strangely
...
BIRDS
Xi Chuan
Birds are the sky’s language
Their song holds a stillness
Black flocks may appear
...
BIRD’S ELEGY
Ivan Malkovych
children
are most like birds
brothers to angels

remembering how to fly
fluttering
...
BIRTH
Barbara Korun
How pain like a fruit unpeels from inside its own skin, warm
and gentle. How for the first
...
BIRTH OF AN ANGEL
Barbara Korun
I gave birth out of a swelling on my breast, my third breast,
long hidden under scarves and
...
BIRTH RUBBER
Aase Berg
The rubber tumbler glides
along the uneons of time
The eons of echo time
One rams
...
BIRTHDAY POEM
Ya Shi
Still sultry. Still waking up alone, tidying the tiny sack
of flesh, itself slowly waking,
...
BIRTHDAY POEM 2005
Anat Levin
1.
We were born mute
pale buds of flesh
 
We needed to rise from
...
BIRTHDAY POEM 2006
Anat Levin
It was a cruel year.
 
You were sick
much of the time and much of the
...
BIRTHDAY VERSE
Herman De Coninck
You never said anything. I always had to ask.
If you loved me. & you gave me a kiss....
BIRTHPLACE
Popati Hiranandani
Where the branches of trees sway,
and roses, seeing their movement, blush . . .
where
...
BISCUITS WITH APPLE SAUCE
Dan Coman
i stay with mara at the window.
a beautiful winter’s day
it snows as we eat
...
BISMARCK AND THE GARDENER
Danie Marais
In the lukewarm water I feel
the heavy summer heat.
It’s as if I’m sweating
under
...
BITE
Ruth Lasters
Because apples stack so nicely I’d like to
stack some under your skin. Your legs, skull,
...
BITTER-BERRY DAYBREAK
Ingrid Jonker
Bitter-berry daybreak
bitter-berry sun
a mirror has broken
between me and him ...
BLACK
K. Schippers
Of these letters, which
you are now reading,
see, just for a moment,
 ...
BLACK AND WHITE MAN IN A COLOURFUL ROOM
Jürgen Rooste
the brilliant dull poet
enters the room

the chamber is brimming with tension...
BLACK BUTTERFLY
Claudiu Komartin
I refuse to think about people
for them, love is a black butterfly
that alights with
...
BLACK MAP
Bei Dao
Coldcrow jackdaws piece themselves
Into night: black map
I’ve come back—return
...
BLACK PAIN
Ahmed Barakat
Black is the waste matter of the daily blood
Black too is the special colour of the wound
...
BLACK THREAD
Carlos López Degregori
With these white threads that pass through my fingers, I am sewing your wedding dress. Seated in
...
BLACK VARNISH
Marion Poschmann
That park enclosed in resin.
Soap bubbles and sludge in the lungs. Sepia air
around
...
BLACKNESS IN A VILLAGE
Ryuichi Tamura
The wheat harvest is done, and
Summer has arrived for humans
Massive lush greenery...
BLAND LIFE, BLUNT POETRY
Sun Wenbo
Apples change genes, oranges change genders,
words become absolutely tyrannical under the
...
BLANKET
Ruth Lasters
I’ll wrap this evening in a blanket and take it to a garden.
Not to yours, Love (laziness is
...
BLEAK STREET
Duo Yu
before it gets dark, I see
drifts of dead leaves, a squirrel heaven
and a faint
...
BLESSED ARE THEY WHO SOW AND DO NOT REAP . . .
Avraham Ben Yitzhak
Blessed are they who sow and do not reap —
they shall wander in extremity.

Blessed
...
BLESSING
Navit Barel
Only good things. Best wishes roll off your forked tongue
surrounding me, limp, to do me
...
BLIND
Fatima Naoot
All of a sudden she could see
After an intricate operation performed in a hurry
More in
...
BLIND GIRL
Song Xiaoxian
“Hey—” it’s her
she is looking for us
she is smiling among the flowers, so beautiful
what
...
BLIP
Derry O’Sullivan
From up here you are a black world,

Countries, oceans all higgledy-piggledy,
...
BLOOD
Umar Timol
You are beautiful. And I am mad.

Body of stone. Body of sun. Body alone. Summer
...
BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER
Sanjin Sorel
Telephone lines transformed into the coursing of the blood. Ticking pulses into corpuscles. Speech
...
BLOOD OF THE POMEGRANATE
Daniel Oz
One seed after another is picked from the pomegranate
allowing the blood of the fruit to
...
BLOSSOM AND BLOOD
Tomaž Šalamun
I’m the fruit whose skin breaks,
a container grabbed with a crane.  ...
BLOSSOMS OF URANIUM
Armando Romero
The three of them arrived at the same spot
They ordered foaming drinks
They greeted the
...
BLUBBER BITER –
Aase Berg
here hangs the bite
waiting for blubber
for many thousand years
of
...
BLUES FROM A BULL
Eaindra
Like the VOOM! of a volcano  
Molten rocks spew
Lava gushes and flows
Each
...
BLUT DER EICHE
Gloria Dünkler
And what if you bit that which beats in here?
I take you to the counter at the tannery,...
BODY
Wakako Kaku
You’ve got a voice to sing songs
not to make speeches, right?
You’ve got ears to hear
...
BODY
Ricardo Domeneck
bod·y
(bŏd'ē). n. pl. bod·ies. No-
body's. Weight and mass...
BOGEYMAN
Vasant Abaji Dahake
One more bogeyman
flaps on a calendar, bragging.
They’re all prisoners of hope,
...
BOGOTÁ, 1982
María Mercedes Carranza
No one looks at another face to face
from North to South distrust: suspicion
among smiles
...
BOGOTÁ, FOLLOWING A VISIT TO HELENA IRIARTE
Lauren Mendinueta
There is no relationship between things
and what embodies them.
At best, reality is a
...
BOLIVÁR
Nikos Engonopoulos
A Greek Poem

        THEY SAW AN APPARITION OF
...
BOMBS AND POETRY
Yi Sha
before I left the house
I told my son
that evening
I was going
to the Second
...
BONE
Marion Poschmann
Pop-up park: there were discounts on flowers,
planted with metal combines, planted with...
BONES
Miroslav Mićanović
Summer starts
when deaf-mute Đurica
comes into the garden.
 
He speaks
...
BOOGIE MAN
Dirk van Bastelaere
Heart, the market square
is slashed with hail and swamped with floodlight.
In the Café du
...
BOOK OF SIN (EXCERPT)
Jiang Hao
1.

I dream of things, and they grow tall—looking down
at dreams. After
...
BOOMERANG
Henry Luque
I who have gone on the long Trans-Siberian trek,
I who have known the winds of
...
BOOTED
Ricardo Domeneck
No one
          would expect Medea...
BORDER
Colm Breathnach
at your temple a revolver mouth
in the middle of the night

and you know you are
...
BOREALIS
Giampiero Neri
That red color of the sky
so unusually high
had been talked about as if of a dream...
BORROWED LIGHT
Song Xiaoxian
I wake up well before six a.m.
I rub my eyes
and raise the blind
quite suddenly to
...
BOTANICAL VARIETY
Giampiero Neri
The kind of plant
that lives in arid places
resorts to defending itself
with hard
...
BOTTLES OF VODKA
Dumitru Crudu
empty bottles of vodka of kefir empty lots of them I’m drinking beer seeking you among them
...
BOULEVARD SAINT-MARCEL
Hédi Kaddour
Held aloft like a reliquary by solemn
Young men, Marx’s portrait
Advances,
...
BOX
Zvonko Maković
i speak to a box: you are a nice box
you have 6 sides and i can play with you
you are a
...
BOYS CHOIR
Natalka Bilotserkivets
In memory of Ernst Juenger

There are boys who befriend snakes.
They are fearless
...
BOYS OF SUMMER
Chimako Tada
1

On earth where many bare feet have run
We boys stretch out
We exchange
...
BRAIN CHANGER
Tonnus Oosterhoff
How does the job of saying what it's like make you feel?
Not happy. Not happy with timid
...
BRAIN FLOWERS
Jan Lauwereyns
Into the shallows
releasing a horse in the field

in the hippocampus...
BRAINGAME
Eugenijus Ališanka
it is getting harder and harder to win I’ve got to relax
sit like li po with my legs bent
...
BRÂNCUŞI BONDAGE
Răzvan Ţupa
1.

Memory is an instrument
of judgment and it
can be used
in
...
BREAKFAST BEFORE BATHING THE RED HORSE
Andrej Sen-Senkov
as a child peter the great had a toy –
a horse carved out of linden
and covered
...
BREAKING
Elma van Haren
It gave off a loud SMASH-CLATTER.
Not tin or glass, but
...
BREAST HILL
Vito Apüshana (Miguel Ángel López)
The family cemetery is now one day away on foot.

We have all gathered at
...
BREASTS
Kutti Revathi
Breasts are bubbles, rising
In wet marshlands

I watched in awe — and guarded —
Their
...
BREATH
Gastão Cruz
I won’t be able
to pull you from that abyss
place you at the table
I, too, ...
BREATHING TOGETHER
Barbara Korun
You can
reach into me
anywhere
deep as you can;

in pleasure,
in
...
BREEDING CATTLE
Charles Ducal
1

So it started:

from the flaccid belly of the field
there rose a
...
BRETON’S LAST NIGHT
Álvaro Miranda
Diurnal night of spiritual bathing
and Andean calabash where silence does not fit
night
...
BRICK
Geert van Istendael
He has the angles of a bricklayer’s hand.
He gains the symmetry of honeycombs
when
...
BRICKS
Ariel Zinder
You smile. I have the feeling we worked
beside each other building the Tower.
You said:
...
BRIDGE
Ali Abdolrezaei
I'm in love with a bridge that’s in love with the sea
and each night a few times...
BRIDGEMASTER
Tsead Bruinja
no total stranger she who brought the news
of your impending death I thought
I’ll sing
...
BRIEFER
León de Greiff

You shall not go for you have just come,
slight illusion of dream, dense, intense,
...
BRING THE WHOLE LANDSCAPE HERE
Torgeir Rebolledo Pedersen
death is an always un-grown-up perch
a milli-brother a milli-sister

bobbed when
...
BRINGING BACK A MELTED PERSON
Wadih Sa’adeh
This lake is not water. It was a person to whom I spoke at length, then he dissolved.
And I am
...
BROKEN GERMAN
Gerhard Falkner
astonished, had I obeyed her, enough
      hardly an answer, of
...
BROKEN PORT
Andrea Cote
If you knew that outside the house
tied to the bank of this broken port
there is a river
...
BROOKLIN BRIDGE
Washington Cucurto
Brooklin Bridge! I’m Argentine
and I don’t know you and in a bit we’ll be
...
BROOKLYN ELEGY
Vasyl Makhno
each morning the jewish bakeries open up while it’s still dark
the first thing that runs up to
...
BROOM
Prabhat
Something meaningless
keeps emerging from the activities that go on at home

It is
...
BROOM 2
Prabhat
My grandpa had a few amazing brooms

There was a broom of an eye
If he saw
even
...
BRUISES
Song Xiaoxian
at those times when I plunge into despair
my heart feels
pure, calm
sensitive and rich in
...
BRUSSELS, JARDIN BOTANIQUE
Miriam Van hee
if you try to fit in somewhere
and it tires you out

someone asks his
...
BUCHAREST
Charlotte Van den Broeck
Some places are so small
they’d fit on the tip of a finger.   
I
...
BUCHAREST CONNECTIONS: ROMANIAN BODIES
Răzvan Ţupa
From a political point of view this is happiness: burning all together without a beginning in a
...
BUCKINGHAM
Abol Froushan
and the trees
of Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .

The sun in my eyes...
BUDDHAS AND SANTAS
Alfred Brendel
(Kyoto, in November)

I

In front of tourists
they contrive to
...
BUGABOO
Gerrit Komrij
Strip me of poetry and
I’m a mailman nothing more
A counter that’s lost the
...
BULGASAR
Kim Hyesoon
I leave my starfish in the Pacific,
leave my cuckoo in Tibet,
leave my sloth in the
...
BULK-CARRIER
Sergio Raimondi
Even if one has to discount structural problems
capable of splitting the hull into two loving
...
BULLET
Carlos López Degregori
I have a bullet made of icy silver to give you.

I prepared it last night with dirty,
...
BULLS HEAD
Charlotte Van den Broeck
Ever since I was born an enormous bulls head rages
in my mother’s belly. It’s on
...
BUNDLING UP THE VILLAGE
Andriana Škunca
Bundling up the village
mother doesn’t turn
to those remaining  
...
BURCU, YONCA AND DEFNE
Roni Margulies
I walk down the Dordtselaan almost every day
to buy bread and cigarettes at Albert
...
BURIAL ADDRESS
Nazih Abou Afach
The dead multiplied and the soil was fed.
While we said to them: “You righteous servants,
...
BURNING A LIGHT AT NIGHT
Kiyoko Nagase
As a silkworm spins its cocoon
I spin my own night
I reel off the night to build a room
...
BURNING FURZE
Liam Ó Muirthile
My Easter fire is a living furze bush
burning by a ditch in Trees Field.
I don’t know if it’s
...
BURNING HOLY BOOKS
Meir Wieseltier
Holy books, said my friend, angry,
there’s no such thing. Books,
books: let them talk
to
...
BURYING A CATERPILLAR
Jūkichi Yagi
At midday
I bury a caterpillar
...
BUT THESE FEELINGS FEEL LIKE SPRING
Tatsuji Miyoshi
But these feelings feel like spring
The old man mutters to himself
On a flagstone in a
...
BUT TO GIVE BACK THE LIGHT
IS TO SURRENDER
A SAD HALF OF SHADOW

Giovanny Gómez
If dreams are bound to the weight of blood
each dream becomes drunk on the side where the
...
BUTCHER
Robinson Quintero
It was my grandfather’s trade He bustled about
all day among the flies
and quartered
...
BUTTERFLIES
José Asunción Silva
In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by...
BUTTERFLIES
Hemant Divate
Ambling by in the garden of the complex
I casually remarked to a friend,
Can’t see those
...
BUTTERFLY
Alexei Purin
‘Where is the Grace of God?’ It lives amongst
    Nymphalis Antiopa, wings
...
BUTTERFLY-FISH
Jan H. Mysjkin
The sea was a pink, purple and pearly glaze,
without a rimple of surprise.
* *
...
BUTTERFLY—BERLIN
Yang Lian
The father’s grave       sinks deeply into many more graves...
BUTTERFLY—NABOKOV
Yang Lian
These smallest            most iridescent
...
BUTTON RABBIT
Jayant Kaikini
A sour-faced tempo is stranded on the road
On its back the burden of a household
A metal
...
BY THE FIELD
Esther Kinsky
The women at the window
each in her house her brow 
on the cracked frame
...
BY THE PATH OF THE LOST SUN
Vahe Arsen
The night is torn apart giving birth
to a new but old sun,
a sun of lost paths...
BY THE SEA
Anneke Brassinga
The wind weighs the words
and finds them too light
the wind weeps, sweeps the words...
BY THE WAY
Esther Jansma
Death turns us into a spot.
The spot where the man was: the body

(how the
...
BYYYE
K. Michel
as long as I’ve not been there
I don’t feel called upon
to say anything substantive...
 
• recently added
• original language
A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z 
• English translations
A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z 
• Dutch translations
A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z 




facebook (nl)
twitter (nl)
newsletter (nl)

facebook (int)
twitter (int)
newsletter (int)


login

A PHP Error was encountered

Severity: Notice - Message: Undefined variable: langCode - Filename: config/config.php - Line Number: 641