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Though it appears
souls have come,
they're just melons and eggplants
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
Though it appears
souls have come,
they're just melons and eggplants
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
October 31, 2026 at 11:22 AM
1st lines
Though it appears
souls have come,
they're just melons and eggplants
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
Though it appears
souls have come,
they're just melons and eggplants
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
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spraying water over silence
I sit in history's grainy shadows
waves weighed wave-heavy with silver lights
crash against me & I crack
awakened my eyes search for a Dionysian island
while clouds brush through
a mist behind a mist behind a mist
...
Yuko Otomo
#1stlines #poetry #art
spraying water over silence
I sit in history's grainy shadows
waves weighed wave-heavy with silver lights
crash against me & I crack
awakened my eyes search for a Dionysian island
while clouds brush through
a mist behind a mist behind a mist
...
Yuko Otomo
#1stlines #poetry #art
November 4, 2026 at 1:30 PM
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When you go out,
leading your dog, to view the rice plants,
there will be dewdrops.
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
When you go out,
leading your dog, to view the rice plants,
there will be dewdrops.
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
November 1, 2026 at 2:03 PM
1st lines
When you go out,
leading your dog, to view the rice plants,
there will be dewdrops.
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
When you go out,
leading your dog, to view the rice plants,
there will be dewdrops.
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
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Face unshaven
unable to sleep
an evening in fading spring
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
Face unshaven
unable to sleep
an evening in fading spring
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
October 30, 2026 at 12:01 PM
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Face unshaven
unable to sleep
an evening in fading spring
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
Face unshaven
unable to sleep
an evening in fading spring
Onitsura tranlsated by Earl Trotter
#1stlines #haiku #translations
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In the hot arid hills above Nice.
Wandering by myself hungry thirsty without water.
Thought I'd die of dehydration right there.
To this day I love ripe figs.
Life savers and special friends ever since.
...
From Anne Tardos The Always Already Absent Present
#1stlines #poetry
In the hot arid hills above Nice.
Wandering by myself hungry thirsty without water.
Thought I'd die of dehydration right there.
To this day I love ripe figs.
Life savers and special friends ever since.
...
From Anne Tardos The Always Already Absent Present
#1stlines #poetry
October 29, 2026 at 1:20 PM
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Living is merely a type of what
is dead, and a very rare type.
A fissure divides two different kinds of reality.
I am here to help you - simply.
Twenty-nine is fighting back valiantly, stubbornly.
I am not actually ...
From Anne Tardos The Always Already Absent Present
#1stlines #poetry
Living is merely a type of what
is dead, and a very rare type.
A fissure divides two different kinds of reality.
I am here to help you - simply.
Twenty-nine is fighting back valiantly, stubbornly.
I am not actually ...
From Anne Tardos The Always Already Absent Present
#1stlines #poetry
October 28, 2026 at 1:28 PM
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He wrapped his fingers around the whetstone
that he wore around his neck,
and he leaped into the pool, they say.
He found himself in front of a large house,
and they invited him inside.
...
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
He wrapped his fingers around the whetstone
that he wore around his neck,
and he leaped into the pool, they say.
He found himself in front of a large house,
and they invited him inside.
...
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
October 26, 2026 at 1:03 PM
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He wrapped his fingers around the whetstone
that he wore around his neck,
and he leaped into the pool, they say.
He found himself in front of a large house,
and they invited him inside.
...
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
He wrapped his fingers around the whetstone
that he wore around his neck,
and he leaped into the pool, they say.
He found himself in front of a large house,
and they invited him inside.
...
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
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The children of the village took their sticks
and whacked a pine-burl puck
back and forth relentlessly, they tell me.
After they had played awhile,
they hollered score! score! score!, they say.
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
The children of the village took their sticks
and whacked a pine-burl puck
back and forth relentlessly, they tell me.
After they had played awhile,
they hollered score! score! score!, they say.
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
October 27, 2026 at 12:25 PM
1st lines
The children of the village took their sticks
and whacked a pine-burl puck
back and forth relentlessly, they tell me.
After they had played awhile,
they hollered score! score! score!, they say.
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
The children of the village took their sticks
and whacked a pine-burl puck
back and forth relentlessly, they tell me.
After they had played awhile,
they hollered score! score! score!, they say.
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
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Pounding the mallet
I spot some blood
--- that mochi's tough
Uejima Onitsura tr by Earl Trotter
This has happened to me more than once.
#1stlines #poetry #haiku #translation #Japan
Pounding the mallet
I spot some blood
--- that mochi's tough
Uejima Onitsura tr by Earl Trotter
This has happened to me more than once.
#1stlines #poetry #haiku #translation #Japan
October 25, 2026 at 12:47 PM
1st lines
Pounding the mallet
I spot some blood
--- that mochi's tough
Uejima Onitsura tr by Earl Trotter
This has happened to me more than once.
#1stlines #poetry #haiku #translation #Japan
Pounding the mallet
I spot some blood
--- that mochi's tough
Uejima Onitsura tr by Earl Trotter
This has happened to me more than once.
#1stlines #poetry #haiku #translation #Japan
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There was a child of good family they say,
at Swiftcurrent Creek.
And her father had one of his slaves
constantly watching her.
She said to the slave
"Tell that one I want to make love ..."
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
There was a child of good family they say,
at Swiftcurrent Creek.
And her father had one of his slaves
constantly watching her.
She said to the slave
"Tell that one I want to make love ..."
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
October 24, 2026 at 1:16 PM
1st lines
There was a child of good family they say,
at Swiftcurrent Creek.
And her father had one of his slaves
constantly watching her.
She said to the slave
"Tell that one I want to make love ..."
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
There was a child of good family they say,
at Swiftcurrent Creek.
And her father had one of his slaves
constantly watching her.
She said to the slave
"Tell that one I want to make love ..."
Ghandl of the Qayahl Llaanas tr by Robert Bringhurst
#1stlines #poetry #Haida #translations
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When the slow but definitive deterioration occurs
Educated microbes rub tiny hands together
Anticipating their next meal like timid vultures.
The animal in question understands the rules
But does what it can to fight.
...
From How Water Works by Anne Tardos
#1stlines #poetry
When the slow but definitive deterioration occurs
Educated microbes rub tiny hands together
Anticipating their next meal like timid vultures.
The animal in question understands the rules
But does what it can to fight.
...
From How Water Works by Anne Tardos
#1stlines #poetry
October 23, 2026 at 12:56 PM
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Is mathematics invented or discovered, you ask.
How it is discovered is the invention.
There must be incalculable forms of viewbpoints.
I know my dog is one who
recognizes me each time I come home.
Thus confirming my identity ...
From How Water Works by Anne Tardos
#1stlines #poetry
Is mathematics invented or discovered, you ask.
How it is discovered is the invention.
There must be incalculable forms of viewbpoints.
I know my dog is one who
recognizes me each time I come home.
Thus confirming my identity ...
From How Water Works by Anne Tardos
#1stlines #poetry
October 22, 2026 at 1:40 PM
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denuding ..
to make sense of their
lassitude,
witnessing ourselves,
I saw you ..
color-puncture
sluing .. quiet,
when our wild sister
or her semblance
eyeing the place
hung above the
flickering hour
when comes
a wordless,
intersetllar
agape
Lissa Wolsak in Lightsail
#1stlines #poetry
denuding ..
to make sense of their
lassitude,
witnessing ourselves,
I saw you ..
color-puncture
sluing .. quiet,
when our wild sister
or her semblance
eyeing the place
hung above the
flickering hour
when comes
a wordless,
intersetllar
agape
Lissa Wolsak in Lightsail
#1stlines #poetry
October 19, 2026 at 11:52 AM
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It was when the wine flower was dying in the dark
and they said that the sea would save it from the dream.
That day I felt my way down to your dank and whitewashed soul.
And I conformed a cold, hidden soul, and stairs,
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
It was when the wine flower was dying in the dark
and they said that the sea would save it from the dream.
That day I felt my way down to your dank and whitewashed soul.
And I conformed a cold, hidden soul, and stairs,
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
October 18, 2026 at 2:54 PM
1st lines
It was when the wine flower was dying in the dark
and they said that the sea would save it from the dream.
That day I felt my way down to your dank and whitewashed soul.
And I conformed a cold, hidden soul, and stairs,
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
It was when the wine flower was dying in the dark
and they said that the sea would save it from the dream.
That day I felt my way down to your dank and whitewashed soul.
And I conformed a cold, hidden soul, and stairs,
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
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Lights precipitated
by the sky's collapse,
in the ferry of fog
you came down, Ashen One.
To break chains
and pit earth against wind.
Wrathful, blind.
To break chains
and pit seas against fire.
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
Lights precipitated
by the sky's collapse,
in the ferry of fog
you came down, Ashen One.
To break chains
and pit earth against wind.
Wrathful, blind.
To break chains
and pit seas against fire.
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
October 17, 2026 at 1:16 PM
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Lights precipitated
by the sky's collapse,
in the ferry of fog
you came down, Ashen One.
To break chains
and pit earth against wind.
Wrathful, blind.
To break chains
and pit seas against fire.
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
Lights precipitated
by the sky's collapse,
in the ferry of fog
you came down, Ashen One.
To break chains
and pit earth against wind.
Wrathful, blind.
To break chains
and pit seas against fire.
...
Rafael Alberti tr by John Murillo
#1stlines #poetry #translation
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It's dark
and late
and still.
Let me hear
your voice --
once again
once more --
the sound
of your voice
as you spek
my name.
Let me feel
your touch --
and again
as before --
against
all the cold
in the night
out there
kept away
by the fold
of your arms.
Gael Turnbull
#1stlines #poetry
It's dark
and late
and still.
Let me hear
your voice --
once again
once more --
the sound
of your voice
as you spek
my name.
Let me feel
your touch --
and again
as before --
against
all the cold
in the night
out there
kept away
by the fold
of your arms.
Gael Turnbull
#1stlines #poetry
October 16, 2026 at 12:52 PM
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Before dawn, the watch drum tumbles.
Lonely pink face among mountains and streams
addled but alert with a cup of fragrant wine
as the moon sets, just a sliver not yet full.
Moss seems to creep across the earth's face.
...
Hồ Xuân Hương 胡春香 tr by John Balaban
#1stlines #poetry #Vietnam
Before dawn, the watch drum tumbles.
Lonely pink face among mountains and streams
addled but alert with a cup of fragrant wine
as the moon sets, just a sliver not yet full.
Moss seems to creep across the earth's face.
...
Hồ Xuân Hương 胡春香 tr by John Balaban
#1stlines #poetry #Vietnam
October 13, 2026 at 1:20 PM
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my ancestral throat
wants to howl loudly
you know the kind
a deep language of sound
administered from the belly
of my inner core
breathe work soldifying
beastly sounds by vibrating pencil marks
through an inkling
who suddenly ...
by Michelle Sylliboy
#1stlines #poetry #Canada #Mi'kmaq
my ancestral throat
wants to howl loudly
you know the kind
a deep language of sound
administered from the belly
of my inner core
breathe work soldifying
beastly sounds by vibrating pencil marks
through an inkling
who suddenly ...
by Michelle Sylliboy
#1stlines #poetry #Canada #Mi'kmaq
October 12, 2026 at 1:03 PM
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On the housetop, the flow of the boundless
where the birds and storms fly and dissapera,
and the valley opened over our heads, a leap
of clarity between the hills, we bent five days
in the sun, tearing free the old roof, nailing on
the new, ...
Wendell Berry
#1stlines #poetry
On the housetop, the flow of the boundless
where the birds and storms fly and dissapera,
and the valley opened over our heads, a leap
of clarity between the hills, we bent five days
in the sun, tearing free the old roof, nailing on
the new, ...
Wendell Berry
#1stlines #poetry
October 11, 2026 at 12:56 PM