Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter In a red mailbox. — Nizar Qabbani, “Every Time I Kiss You,” Arabic Poetry: http://www.adab.com/en Modern Arabic Poetry >> Nizar Qabbani. Poem No.: 336. Advertisements
Ode, Aubade And the morning, too, falters, struggles to assert itself, burn through the errant fog, the pines, scorch the whole grove of trees and crooked streetlamps. Your body’s turning, turning beside me in my bed’s— sprawl? Badlands? You sigh on my neck. Startled, the crick and sob buried inside it like a pulsar behind… Continue reading Greg Wrenn
In the dimly lit room I had a brief glimpse of bliss: sight of your naked body like a god reclining. That was all. Quite unaware you got up to get your clothes just naturally while I shuddered like the earth split open by lightning. — Daisy Zamora, “Vision of Your Body,” UniVerse: Nicaragua.
A Few Good Words I would say a few words in your ear. A doubtful man has little faith. Live a long time and it gets dark, and suddenly you know you don’t know yourself. But I’d say them even so. Since my eyes repeat what they take in: your beauty, your name, the river’s… Continue reading Vicente Aleixandre
Softly love and to love softly, dew upon a sycamore branch by the creaking gate as my heart hurries off to wince through the wheat along the briar to that stone under which I lie. Gabrielle Anwar [Princess Margaret Tudor] The Tudors, Season 1, Episode 9
Fate is fluid, Captain Wegener. Destiny is in the hands of men.– The Man in the High Castle, Season One, Episode One, “The New World” Amazon series (2015) Based on The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick