This morning, in the middle of summer, the snow fell, heavy and wet Weeping astonished gardens, I record it and keep quiet because I’m used to miracles. I see, through the shop windows, worried passages of faces, and mute Where will he end up, God, who knows everything? I am not blaspheming, I received this …
This traditional poem from the Shona people of Zimbabwe is quite erotic! It is sung in private – from a husband to a wife – in praise of her sensual abilities. Thank you very much, Madam Nyemba! The single mother of one, Chivazve’s daughter,The Chivazves, who hunt elephants.Thank you, you of the girdle at the delicate …
Poets have the gift to speak for others, Vasko Popa had the very rare quality of hearing the others –Octavio Paz BLIND SUN Two blighted legs Holding a blind sun The morning rays – gone to work On the other side of the sky Rather than its threshold The noon is beyond the Pale Cavorting …