Literature

While young, oh brother, plant crops of grain
And do not neglect the soil! Then, when you feel
How...
- Vincas Kudirka
Strange father!
Your children will not let you down,
they are coming across the earth with the foo...
- Edith Sodergran
Tonight
the moon
as though marinated.

A family
on the fourth floor
playing the g...
- Aleksandrs Caks
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief fr...
- Hermann Hesse
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the...
- Henry Lawson
The angels the angels in the sky
One’s dressed as an officer
One’s dressed as a chef today
An...
- Guillaume Apollinaire
They say I pretend or lie
All I write. No such thing.
It simply is that I
Feel by imagining.
I d...
- Fernando Pessoa
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
...
- D. H. Lawrence
How can I vanish
Before meeting someone
Like a water bubble
Ceaselessly flowing
On a stream of t...
- Lady Ise
By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
...
- Henry Clarence Kendall
My lonely life wanders in the streets,
Along the countryside or the walls of the room.
No blood fl...
- Martinus Nijhoff
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithme...
- D. H. Lawrence
The firefly danced in the air impatiently:
"Oh how I wish that I could be that yellow,
That b...
- Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
What if we still carry shame on our forehead,
Marks of the whip, signs of bondage abhorrent;
What ...
- Ivan Vazov
Is this not that moon?
And Spring: is as the Spring of old
Is it not?
Only this body of mine
Is ...
- Ariwara no Narihira
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sle...
- Langston Hughes
I want to go with the one I love.
I do not want to calculate the cost.
I do not want to think ab...
- Bertolt Brecht
A bee
staggers out
of the peony....
- Matsuo Basho