Rosanna Bonci – A lucky boy
Rosanna Bonci – A lucky boy I’m a lucky boy. Sure I am. Because as a ten-year-old, I’m allowed to travel to Europe! Happy and grateful I am, on the Lungotevere of Rome,…
Alaha Ahrar – HATE
HATE Poem HATE by: Alaha Ahrar I hate to see hatred I hate to see everyone faded I hate not seeing any hope I hate not being able to cope I hate to see how people…
Sanja Arsenovic – Goodwill
Sanja Arsenovic – Goodwill God has given us two hands: one to give, second to receive. We are all humanitarians, in our own ways: My way is reaching out, to all the aching souls…
AN OPENING FOR A NOVEL
AN OPENING FOR A NOVEL (excerpt from my book “Extraordinary Story of a Turnskin”) “…And suck the blood of all thy race.” (George Gordon Byron) “…and people do not, as a rule, believe in Vampires!”…
blank verse
The Winter Tremble blank verse by Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898), my translation Always slow, among flowers and deities, the clock striking thirteen. Who previously owned this Saxon clock? Picture them bringing it from Saxony by…
poem in my translation
The Butterfly by Afanasy Fet (1820-1892) You’re right. An outline of Air I am so sweet. My velvet with its living blinking– only two wings. Don’t ask me whence, what brought me, where I…
Time
Dark night has choked daylight. Day is dead. It won’t come back to senses any more. You killed the time again. You must be mad To waste the only treasure you afford. Time is for…
Natalia Nikiforova I’m enamoured of you (flouncing soul)
Translated from Russian by Victor Sklyarov (Russian original and her other poems are at www.allthelyrics.com ) I don’t want you to be neither lover, nor friend, nor the kind. Remain sole like the wind got…
Swamp
When I was in the middle of my school years my family moved from suburbian 1-flat private house to 2-room state-owned standard flat on the other end of the city of Krasnodar. I remained in…
Untitled by Tyutchev
Translated from Russian by Victor P. Sklyarow We are not destined to embrace The way our word percepted is And the compassion, like God’s Grace, Depends on Heaven we’re beneath Victor P. Sklyarow is an…