By Elli Paionidou
Μη με ϰαλείς, μη με ϰαλείς.
Την αλμυϱή σου πϱόσϰληση δεν την αντέχω.
Οι γλάϱοι ϐιάζονται ϰαι το ϰαϱάϐι…
Την αλμυϱή σου πϱόσϰληση δεν την αντέχω.
Οι γλάϱοι ϐιάζονται ϰαι το ϰαϱάϐι…
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- By Elli PaionidouDon’t summon me, don’t summon me.
I can’t withstand your briny call.
The gulls go scudding by, the boat… - By Kimiko HahnIf I don’t taste the complicated waves—
if I only see the rolling,
only hear the roiling up
or smell those… - By Linda HoganFor those who don’t come to the end of this poem,
some harsh and endless wave of ocean
will bring to… - By GuangziThe flowing river, running a thousand li
I’ve been standing on its shore, in a daze
Time rushes forward… - By Guangzi大河流淌，一去千里
我在岸上恍惚站了一生
时光奔涌，岁月漂移
流淌的大河只剩下波浪和泥沙
我替曾经的人站在岸上
我替一条大河无边无际的流淌
大河流淌，天地寂寥
仿佛大河从不流淌 - By Magda PortalI'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths… - By H.D.Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable
from the… - By Alice OswaldIt's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …
- By Richard BrautiganI saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling… - By Zoë Skouldingwhat travessia/trip/travesia/trajet
traverses
the wreck/naufragio/
naufragio/naufrage
of… - By Liz HowardAmid moonscape railings
cognition drained its basinone brother was born
on land black from the mineall… - By Don Domanski*
clouds creak in the sky
herons creak in the sky.
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the dark approaches itself
from all sides once again… - By Stuart CookeClick the image above to access the JPG of this visual poem so you can zoom to read the text. A plain…
- By Karen HouleOne man and one woman park the government Jeep
on the gravel shoulder of the Grand River watershed.
Paired… - By Maya KhoslaWater minus air becomes wound.
Her blowhole, bursts of breathing,
trapped in an endless curtain of netting… - By William Butler YeatsThe unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes,… - By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs…
- By Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious clouds
our empty pupils heard the suspended breakers
beat while down… - By Peter O’LearyIn a wind
the lake's scissoring surface
and the Sun's vernal glare
the gulls cut to curls
in their turns…