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/image%2F1377362%2F20240404%2Fob_3ee7b0_428057976-1932858063778497-10704261794.jpg "Anila Bukhari's POETRY")
/image%2F1377362%2F20240308%2Fob_a7bd70_thanh-thuong.jpg "Poems by Nguyen Thanh Thuong from Vietnam")
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/image%2F1377362%2F20230917%2Fob_a3ea39_lidia-pp.jpg "L'artiste Lidia Chiarelli présente une nouvelle installation pour la paix")
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/image%2F1377362%2F20230708%2Fob_dbc16d_anna-keiko.jpg "Chine: \"Waiting for the bus\", le poème de ANNA KEIKO composé en chanson")
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Copyright: ESSAADINOV, Essaadi Mohamed Ali
(copyright de l'artiste)
LIEN: LINK: http://artflock.com/artist/lakeillustration/
BELATED PALINODE FOR DYLAN THOMAS
In Wales at Laugharne at last I stand beside
..his cliff-perched writing shed
....above the coursing waters
......where the hawk hangs still
........above the cockle-strewn shingle
Where he walked in a glory of all his days
....(before the weather turned around)
And aie! aie! a waterbird far away
....cries and cries again
......over St. Johns Hill
And in his tilted boathouse now
....a tape of himself is playing --
......his lush voice
........his plush voice
..........his posh accent
............(too BBC-fulsome, cried the Welsh)
..............now echoes through his little
................upstairs room
And aie! aie!
.....echo the waterbirds once again
Beyond his sounding shed
....a fig tree hides the sea
......A fishboat heeled over
........a grebe afloat far out
..........a coracle abandoned
............a rusted coaler out of Cardiff still
..............a bold green headland lost in sun
Beyond which lie (across an ocean and a continent)
....San Francisco's white wood houses
......and a poet's sun-bleached cottage
........on Bolinas' far lagoon
..........with its wind-torn Little Mesa
............(so very like St. Johns Hill)
A single kestrel soars over
....riding the salt wind
........'high tide and the heron's call'
.........................................still echoing
...........(Aie! aie! it calls and calls again)
As in his listing boathouse now
....his great recorded voice runs out
......(grave as a gravedigger in his grave)
........leaving a sounding void of light
..........for poets and herons to fill
(Drowned down in New York's White Horse Tavern
....he went not gentle into his good night)
And Far West poets calling still
....over St. Johns Hill
......to the loveliest poet of all our days
........sweet singer of Swansea
..........lushed singer of Laugharne
............Dylan of all our days
-- Lawrence Ferlinghetti, These Are My Rivers
(reprinted by permission of LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI)
(copyright de l'artiste)
LIEN: http://www.artbreak.com/kunle
MONASTERY IN SHASTA
As you say, Ann,
Buddhas were my thing
Long ago
in flower power days
we strewed petals
to honour him
sat in a lotus-like squat
and emptied our minds.
No mantras, no noise,
no distraction
only Buddha
on his plinth and us
with our backs to him
our bottoms raised
on kapok cushions,
contemplating the wall.
Buddha took no offence
and finally broke
the shackles
in my mind
eased my aching joints
and made me –
just by his wooden–
tranquillity -
and would break free
from all that grief.
AERONWY THOMAS
(copyright de l'artiste)
LIEN: http://www.artbreak.com/luisPinto
FLOATING EYES
1
Eyes float like seaweed
On perfect blue waters
To see fish bolt or approach
2
Look into the deep
To see fish greet you
Nature and man reconciled
3
Look into the depth
Fish approach, jump with joy
A meeting
AERONWY THOMAS
(copyright de l'artiste)
THE LIZARD CATCHERS
(for Molly)
by Peter Thabit Jones
Tattooed on the rocks in the midday sun,
They were hieroglyphs we understood.
Behind the boy-tall grass, we slyly sat
As patient as pyramid statue-cats.
The moments burned; the flying rooks were vultures;
The sky was blue, some brittle clouds in heaven.
Like ‘palm crocodiles’, like playtime dinosaurs,
They basked in a freedom known aeons ago.
As dry as Lazarus just from the tomb,
Legged snakes, rest lodged in them as sweet as dust.
As still as lizards photographed, like taut thoughts,
The smoke of autumn’s drug dreamed through their world.
One by one, we hurried to seize our catch;
The lizards darted, swimming though the grass,
Discarding their tails tugged off by clumsy grasps.
Then we claimed the rocks and blessed them with our laughs.
From The Lizard Catchers (Cross-Cultural Communications, 2006
LIEN: http://www.peterthabitjones.com/
(copyright de l'artiste)
LIEN: www.kestutisjauniskis.com
SPRING
The snowdrops
show their heads
above the snow.
Sleeting rain
April showers
Spring flowers
Blossom pink petals
fall to the ground
green buds unfurl...
AERONWY THOMAS
MARTHA WASHINGTON CROSSING THE DELAWARE (copyright Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
LIEN: http://www.georgekrevskygallery.com/
COURTESY OF Mr. ALAN SELSOR, GEORGE KREVSKY GALLERY, SAN FRANCISCO
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O SOM DE UM BEIJO NA FLOR, by CRISTIANE CAMPOS, Brazil (copyright of the artist)
CLOSE HER LIGHT OF DAY
She dances under waterfalls
this maiden oh so fair
she becomes one with nature
wears flowers in her hair
with the whisper of her garden
forest bird songs kiss the land
she is blessed with inner beauty
But does not yet understand
ugliness, buidings and machinery
over the hill not so faraway
they are closing in around her
will soon close her light of day
RACHEL HENDERSON, UK
( copyright de l'artiste)
LIEN: http://lawliesart.blogspot.com/
He tenido noticias
del sarcófago de acrílico latente
que arrojé al mar
una tormentosa tarde de hastío...
dicen que no hubo tal tarde
dicen que el sarcófago
nunca fue latente
DATOS BIOGRÁFICOS
Chiro (Mauricio Pérez Ruz) nació en San Juan, Argentina
en Agosto de 1969.
En 1997 Publicó: Milagro / Miseria (Edición a cargo del autor)
Año 2001: Fiebre, poemas incoherentes ( para algunos...)
(Ediciones El Níspero)
Año 2005, Tierna Violencia (Ediciones El Níspero)
Año 2005, ¿Has pensado un mundo sin calmantes? (Ediciones Biguá)
