The Cotter’s Saturday Night - by
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! / For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, / Long may…
nationalism
I Hear America Singing - by
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
/ Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe…
from Tell Them - by
I prepared the package
/ for my friends in the states
/ the dangling earrings woven
/ into half moons black pearls glinting
/ like an eye in…
My Country - by
Such a small country, spread on an isthmus
/ where the sky is clearer, the sun brighter;
/ all your music echoes within me,…
‘Brothers, your cries…’ - by
Brothers, your cries
are ours too.
‘My Belarus with cornflowers blooming . . .’ - by
My Belarus with cornflowers blooming,
/ my land of camomile!
/ I’m no ‘new Belarusian’ woman,
/ I cling to ‘older’ style.
/ Not by broad path, but…
from Song of Ocol - by
Tell me
/ My friend and comrade,
/ Do you remember
/ The night of uhuru
/ When the celebration drums throbbed
/ And men and women wept with joy
/ As…
Namibia - by
I’ve returned here for many a reason
/ I’ll certainly live here for many a season
/ Like thousands of others I hear its…
Midday - by
Midday, just look around:
the heat raises the sand to a boil.
Life is nothing more than a myth
when summer comes to this land.
You Ask Me, Why My Heart Flies From the Coast - by
You ask me, why my heart flies from the coast
/ back to Castile, to towering raw terrains,
/ why, near the sea, in…
وطنم - by
وطنم قصۀ غمگينی است
/ برهمه باديه و جنگل و دشت
/ که نوشتن نتوان
/ ***
/ خواب رنگين شب عيد منست
/ سربام و شب…
Kõige Ilvem Maa - by
Ülemöödunud aastasajal panid hundid siin
/ igal aastal nahka kaks tuhat viissada inimest.
/
/ Naisedki kandsid vöö vahel väikesi kirveid.
/ Nad alid niisama täpsed kirveloopijad
/ kui…