A yellow dawn breaks on the airport of my childhood
Thick air of spices and warmth and tenderness
Enters my nose and brings out a wave of nostalgia
And here I am, the home of my soul
Don Meuang embraced me like a long lost lover
At the beach
/ she would not splash
/ in the shallows
/ or leap
/ the rippling waves,
/ instead she sat
/ sour-faced
/ on the sand
/ and…
Never written a poem for yourself
/ have you, you daft old bugger? Well
/ here goes.
/
/ …
I was conceived between the Dee and the Don. / I was born in the city of crag and stone.
Door, I have knocked, pushed,
/ licked and, for a year, stroked
/ your veins smooth as varnish.
/ My knuckles are hard, black beetles.
/ We…
Tarred roads, metal cattle-grids and wheel tracks mesh
/ so tightly no land can escape. Tractor ruts
/ cut deep into the grass to…
Quam angusta innocentia est,
/ ad legem bonum esse.
/ Seneca
/
/ It wasn’t a fairground so much;
/ just an acre of clay on old man…
Donijeti odluku znači zatvoriti knjigu koja
/ je ponešena na put. U sjedištima aviona i
/ vozova, čovjek se mora, ohrabren tišinom,
/ okrenuti sebi:…
Soy hombre, he nacido, tengo piel y esperanza.
/ Yo exijo, por lo tanto, que me dejen usarlas.
/ No soy dios: soy un…
Midday, just look around:
/ the heat raises the sand to a boil.
/ Life is nothing more than a myth
/ when summer comes to…
1
/ I want nothing more than wings
/ or my soul to cease yearning for flight.
/
/ 2
/ I want to cry out with all…
يا صاحبي لا تبتئس
/ وطن النهار بكرا .. لا يزال
/ والأرض بكر …
/ الحب خلف ضلوعنا ينمو
/ يملأ العمر مقاما آخرا ،
/ لم تزل في…
