The Sari - by
Inside my mother
/ I peered through a glass porthole.
/ The world beyond was hot and brown.
/
/ They were all looking in on me…
nationalism
I Want To Be Buried in Chafteía - by
Posters are tugging me by the sleeve,
/ Athens my town with all your beauty contests.
/ I want to be buried in Chafteía;
/ twenty…
The Académie Française Considers a Word for ‘Dogging’ - by
Chiennage, a literal response, is cast aside,
/ its laziness the thin end of the wedge, reminder
/ that the Anglophones are twenty miles…
وطن - by
يا صاحبي لا تبتئس
/ وطن النهار بكرا .. لا يزال
/ والأرض بكر …
/ الحب خلف ضلوعنا ينمو
/ يملأ العمر مقاما آخرا ،
/ لم تزل في…
Cruaidh? - by
Cuil-lodair, is Briseadh na h-Eaglaise,
/ is briseadh nan tacannan –
/ lamhachas-làidir dà thrian de ar comas;
/ ‘se seòltachd tha dhìth oirinn.
/ Nuair a…
I Love the Sun-Baked Taste of Armenian Words - by
I love the sun-baked taste of Armenian words,
/ their lament like ancient lutes, the bend
/ of blood-red flowering roses in the…
The Travel Guide to the Country of Your Birth - by
which
/
/ has over 300 natural lakes
/
/ is one of the oldest countries in Europe
/
/ has something for everyone, in every season
/
/ occupies the north-east…
from Malli i Shqiperise - by
Te shkoj dua mbremjes ne rruget e Tiranes,
/ Ku kam bere dikur ndonje marrezi,
/ Dhe ne rruget ku skam bere asnje marrezi.
/ Me…
Action Stations - by
‘A-a-ll the starboard watch!’
/ ‘Shairly no again!
/ What’s the wather like?’
/ ‘Cauld, wi sleet and rain.’
/
/ ‘Lofty. Depth-charge sentry.
/ Knocker. You’re stand-by.
/ Haggis. On the gun.
/ Shorty.
Scotland - by
It requires great love of it deeply to read
The configuration of a land,
Gradually grow conscious of fine shadings,
Of great meanings in slight symbols…
Lachin Y Gair (Dark Lochnagar) - by
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
/ In you let the minions of luxury rove,
/ Restore me the rocks where the…
Ceithir Gaothan na h-Albann - by
M’oiteag cheòlmhor chaoin ’teachd deiseil nam bheitheach Samhraidh i,
/ mo stoirm chuain le dìle ’cur still ’s gach alltan domh,
/ a’ ghaoth…