An evening passes toward your night
The way noon crosses though a song.
And you do not tire.
scarcely in the wall, he was the center,
expanding its radius
across the gardens,
NAME #2Nano Shabtai
When I was little before I went to bed, my father, a big expert
on Greek mythology,
NAMES AND NICKNAMESMonika Kumar
Out of affection
they’d cut my name short,
that’s how I learned my first
My mother’s named me
Don’t Nag So Much
but my sister
Fine drizzle drizzles, and here I am in Nanjing again
French wutong plane trees still talk to
Listen to the voice that echoes to you, Narcissus.
This is the way the grass rustles as
NARVA, BRIGHT AS DAYMarcel Beyer
The languages are strange to me, I’m like someone
wearing carpet-slippers: but there
NASTY MORNINGHiromi Itō
More than through skin, more than through sex
Unease is something that becomes clear through
NATIONAL ANTHEM 21Aung Khin Myint
in striped pajamas
the nation showed up, & sat next to me
he asked for a
NATIONAL ANTHEM 29Aung Khin Myint
before making love
we stand at attention & sing the national anthem in unison
NATIONAL ANTHEM 35Aung Khin Myint
the blizzard came
dressed as a military policeman
the exact opposite is
NATIONAL ANTHEM 38Aung Khin Myint
as a rehearsal
she dropped a Barbie doll
from the twelfth floor balcony
NATIONAL CINEMALuis Vidales
Through the yellowish
pass the Colombian clouds.
And how they show they
NATIVE LANDRobin Ngangom
First came the scream of the dying
in a bad dream, then the radio report,
From a walk
under the vault of trees
one arrived at an enclosed space.
NATURE IS GODInuo Taguchi
Nature is as fierce as a nail
but as delicate as a finger
Nature is as
To breathe or to evaporate
to take root or to go somewhere else
Surface is skin or
A closed door is not enough for a man
to hide his love. He also needs an open door
NEERA, DON’T GET LOSTSunil Gangopadhyay
Each day for us was a day of changing birth
In the light – like pieces of broken glass in the
Neon light, how it often starts flickering
when I’m aware of my futility. Coincidence,
NEON SIGNHan Dong
unable to sleep, I open my eyes
in the dark, the shape of a window
NERUDA'S PORTRAITXi Chuan
As a rule when everything is finished
And only music drifts about like twilight
The father says, Jump.
Will you catch me? asks the son.
Up on the
NEUVILLE-LE-CHEMIN – LE BARHans Tentije
Several meters tall, it can be seen from afar, the statue of Jesus
on the steeple of the church
NEVER A BALMÁlvaro Marín
Night: sex of the earth
jet-black black night.
We drift into silence
NEVER IN THE NETHERLANDSBranko Čegec
then he stopped and stared at me,
knowing he was never to see my eyes again.
NEW HOTELAdam Zagajewski
In February poplars are even sadder
than in summer, frozen stiff. My family
NEW LOVERShuijing Zhulian
perversely you bring me here to the seaside in
NEW RITUALSCecilie Løveid
We carry up
everything that will be used
for the impromptu altar
NEW SECOND STREETElma van Haren
You have to start looking for a point of departure somewhere,
so all lines of approach are
NEW WINEHédi Kaddour
The sun highlights the ash-tree’s
Shadow against the golden shadow
Of the grove;
NEW YEAR'S GREETINGSJ. Bernlef
Having no faith in big words
in small words, conjunctions
interjections, in the last
NEW YORKDavide Rondoni
Central Park, end of
NEW YORK, SLIKHES NAKHT* Amichai Chasson
West End Avenue corner of 79th Street,
outside Carlebach’s shul,*
The wind trembled all night, building after building.
On my bed, on my back, I
NEWS FROM NOWHEREInuo Taguchi
If I say “my blood stirs and my muscles flex”
that’s not seemly
NEWTON'S ORANGEEwa Lipska
I marvel at new system shows.
The casual elegance of Armani.
from somewhere comes
the sound of water boiling
Step out of the tipi all hung with skins,
and all the deep nights slap you in the face,
It happens when we open up, and it tumbles
into us, brimming over to the horizon,
NIGHT AND FANGSToshio Nakae
Night plants its fangs into Mother Earth
drives their pointed ends
into the wet earth
NIGHT AND FISHToshio Nakae
At night fish have a sense
that they are flowing out of the Earth
busily flapping their
NIGHT BIRD SERIESZang Di
I dreamt each time we’re together, three people are there.
You said, the other one is a
NIGHT BLOGMorten Søndergaard
The night is here again.
Someone has let me into the control tower and thrown the
NIGHT FILMLoftus Marais
a woman irons in front of a window
in her flat’s closed cube
battery lives, stooped,
NIGHT JOURNEYOreet Meital
She was fourteen
long-legged like a doe
they said they took her for a ride
NIGHT OF WAR 10Ilan Sheinfeld
A silver-haired commander came and took me to the firing zone.
I cuddled in his
NIGHT OF WAR 14Ilan Sheinfeld
For two weeks already I haven’t heard from you.
NIGHT OF WAR 6 Ilan Sheinfeld
On the Sabbath I woke in fear.
A special kind of fear: Petrol-air bombs.
NIGHT PSALMMarlene van Niekerk
it’s a honky tonk that illumines the night
it’s the keyboard of a honky tonk
NIGHT RAIDJoko Pinurbo
The gang of killers, who had surrounded his house,
shivered in rain that since early evening
NIGHT RESTMenno Wigman
Evening. Two gardens further up spring is raging
and hijackers are stealing
NIGHT SHIFTLucas Malan
Gradually, as the sun goes down,
the night staff clock in for duty.
NIGHT SONGAdmiel Kosman
I would like to fly with you tonight.
I would like to fly with you into the night
NIGHT SONGNorbert Hummelt
it’s night-time again, I stand listening, bowed
over my child beside her bed, so that I
NIGHT SOUNDSPaul van Ostaijen
There must be white farms beyond the edge
of the blue fields by the moon
at night you hear
NIGHT STIRRINGCharlotte Van den Broeck
and the glow stick’s in your eyes and you are looking
its orange snapped
Such an evening
as in the stillness of which one hears landscapes
steaming from the trains of
Old Nikitin, simply Nikitin,
had no other name.
NINETY-NINE LINESJimu Langge
A child said to another child
I have ninety-nine lines
This was the reason I sat down
NINTH CENTURYH.H. ter Balkt
Beige and pale blue
the angels then flew,
at the east-facing twig
NINTH WARD, MATERNITYDan Coman
i enter the ninth ward a sheep hung at the neck.
No was a small word,
an insignificant word.
It listened to the large words:
NO FISH TODAY, MOTHERMa Ei
No fish today, mother
Not to mention taking a bath
Washing my hands and feet,
NO FIXED ADDRESSLinda Maria Baros
The aged, the grown-up city children, crawl on their stomachs,
they enter their houses of
NO MAN’S COUNTRYPedro Arturo Estrada
Blessed are those who lose all homeland
for theirs shall be the light of their own dominion.
NO MAN’S LANDJuan Manuel Roca
Paints a bird where once a tiger was.
Its roar wipes out the whistling. He
NO ONEEwa Lipska
I agree to this landscape
which does not exist.
The father is holding a violin.
NO TRACES LEFTSalma
There are objects
All over this room
The visitor’s gaze
NO, NO AND NODebarati Mitra
There's no hurry,
If you say this isn't the time
I agree to wait
NOCTURNAL IN DEATHLauren Mendinueta
Do not press so eagerly to live!
Death erases memory.
Henceforth the past no longer
NOCTURNAL MOMENTSJorge Gaitán Durán
I watched the time and I knew the night.
My mind set up fires in the nothingness.
Death always finds excuses . . .
Everything blackens once born white
or created .
Still your eyes drink
the greener the twilight
still ever thinner
NOCTURNE IIIJosé Asunción Silva
One night heavy with the scent of
NOCTURNE NUMBER EIGHTLuis Vidales
To carry a river deep in oneself singing like a child
and the sea of time, in oneself, roaring
That evil may decompose like the hamster buried in a shoebox in the
Evening makes a fire.
Day fades. Gone melancholy.
Man and woman weave
NOISY ANIMALSayaka Osaki
Do not believe in words
Do not believe in “blue sky”
Do not believe in
NOLI ME TANGEREAnat Zecharya
don’t touch me
only one more step left
one firm stride
NOLI ME TANGEREYves Bonnefoy
The flake hesitates in the blue sky
Once again, the last flake of the big snow.
Slow as sperm whales
we glide through the gloom
which is white
here on the heath
NOSTALGIA OF STAYINGIvan Slamnig
I walk a bit
it rains a bit
I stop over in some entrance
the rain stops
NOT A QUESTIONTian Yuan
Who is it that plays a flute in the depths of time
and causes it to echo
NOT ALONEAshok Vajpeyi
No, not only will the soul be scorched
the body too
in the heat of its
NOT FAR FROM THE ROADGerrit Kouwenaar
Discover the moment, it’s empty, it’s not far
from the edge of the road, there’s nothing
NOT KEEPING MY NOSE CLEANValérie Rouzeau
From this day on no sky a granny’s rag a ghost
A cotton phantom you could say a faded holey
NOT QUITE THEREJan Baeke
One thing holds, the other does not.
Today two hours of yesterday’s repeats.
NOT REVOLVERSRogi Wieg
It’s raining, the last flowers let
go, but people blossom.
Hölderlin reads clearly
NOT THAT BADRogi Wieg
I’ve learned: dying of life is
not that bad. Old age makes
one little breaker too many
NOT UNTILSophia Pandeya
you fold your wings into this merciful night with its permanently
My soul shattered like an empty vase.
It fell irretrievably down the stairs.
If fell from
Get up quietly in the early hours
just to see first light again.
Wash, put on old
NOTES FOR MY AUTOBIOGRAPHYFernando Linero
I was born in Santa Marta on October 4, 1957.
I have a wife, two children whom I watch
NOTES OF A FLÂNEURRemco Campert
Oh well I’ll just go out a bit
my work’s getting nowhere again.
She vanishes in the clouds
And is gone
In clear nights she swallows stars of the
NOTHINGNESSJan H. Mysjkin
I delve into my memories: nothing,
I retrieve nothing.
I have written, and
there’s a large notice board
in front of the court
I hadn’t looked at it for a long time,
I can hear
draw a line, hear
departure thin out
the poem happens now
in the body of it this
happens. it breathes and it
NOW HE IS A SIMPLE SPECTATORManolis Anagnostakis
Now he is a simple spectator
An insignificant fellow in the crowd
Now he no longer applauds
NOW I CANDubravko Detoni
Now I can only make love to your voice. The pale fibres of your cries touch me, burned by the
NOW I THINK ABOUT ITEster Naomi Perquin
Lots of things are well beyond me but what I have
mastered, you see here, I spend a lot of
NOW THAT WE ARE NO MORETaja Kramberger
For the painter Alenka Koderman
Now that we are no more,
Does the sky still part its
How many times
have I left
before daybreak or
at dead of night
NOZINDABA –GOSSIP*Albert Nyathi
Everything comes from the gossip
No lies no sleep
there are rooms that have no windows
so in the world of the heart there are windows with no
Nothing belongs to us
Everything is loaned to us to use as we see fit.
wake me up with twisted steroid puddle
and push it in an arch
on the Vespa