قصائد أجنبية

Summer dust settled over the garden in bloom and full of bees, their hives full of such marketable honey, you bought a jar. Then, amid the light blue

Two universes mosey down the street .Connected by love and a leash and nothing else Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves ,While he mooches along with tail up and snout down

.I have had enough .I gasp for breath

You are clear ,O rose, cut in rock .hard as the descent of hail

,About the Shark, phlegmatical one ,Pale sot of the Maldive sea ,The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim .How alert in attendance be

As every flower fades and as all youth ,Departs, so life at every stage ,So every virtue, so our grasp of truth .Blooms in its day and may not last forever

,This is the place. Stand still, my steed ,Let me review the scene And summon from the shadowy Past .The forms that once have been

Often I think of the beautiful town ;That is seated by the sea Often in thought go up and down ,The pleasant streets of that dear old town

,The day is ending ;The night is descending ,The marsh is frozen .The river dead 

.Death is nothing at all .I have only slipped away to the next room .I am I and you are you ,Whatever we were to each other .That, we still are

?What does he plant who plants a tree ;He plants a friend of sun and sky ;He plants the flag of breezes free ;The shaft of beauty, towering high

Henry Barlow (Uganda) Today I did my share .In building the nation I drove a Permanent Secretary

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعرة هيلين هانت جاكسون، وهي قصيدة تتحدث عن مدى ميل الذكريات المؤسفة للماضي إلى مطاردتنا.   ملخص قصيدة Dreams   القصيدة تمتد على مدار أربعة عشر سطراً، تغطي هيلين هانت جاكسون الآثار السلبية للأحلام على حياتنا، إنها تستهدف على وجه التحديد كيف تعيد الأحلام غالبًا إحياء الذكريات المحزنة لماضينا وبطريقة ما، تجعلنا […]

How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest ,The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him Shedding white rings of tumult, building high —Over the chained bay waters Liberty

super-cool ultrablack a tan/purple .had a beautiful shade

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعر جريجوري أور، وهي قصيدة مثيرة للاهتمام ومؤثرة حول العلاقات السابقة لشخص ما، يعلنهم المتحدث حجرًا ويقويهم في حياتهم إلى الأبد.   ملخص قصيدة Origin of the Marble Forest   القصيدة قصيرة جدًا لكن في سطورها الموجزة ينقل المتحدث عمق الشعور، بسبب عدم وجود تفاصيل محددة، فإنّ القصيدة هي أيضًا ذات صلة […]

You were water to me deep and bold and fathoming

To live in the Borderlands means you are neither hispana india negra espanola ni gabacha, eres mestiza, mulata, half-breed caught in the crossfire between camps

,I slept in a room in the roof the white planes of its ceiling ,freckled with light from the sea or at night leaf shadows .from the street-lamp in the lane

.We walk the lanes to pick them" Ffwff-ffwffs'. He gives them the name' '!he gives to all flowers. 'Fftwff! Ffwffs I teach him to tell the time

He blunders through the last dream .of the night. I hear him, waking A brick and concrete stall, narrow as a heifer’s haunches. Steel bars

,I am from clothespins .from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride .I am from the dirt under the back porch Black, glistening)

It was so simple: you came back to me And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter But that. That you had gone away from me .And lived for days with him—it didn’t matter

The first time I walked ,With a girl, I was twelve Cold, and weighted down .With two oranges in my jacket December. Frost cracking

,My chalk is no longer than a chip of fingernail Chip by which I must explain this Monday ”.Night the verbs “to get;” “to wear,” “to cut ,I’m not given much, these tired students

When the foreman whistled My brother and I ,Shouldered our hoes .Leaving the field

It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire

He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the ,Dangerous Mountain roads

I am vicious with love for the indigo snow .Untouched, as it blankets the river ,My mad love will undergo every woe .Every wet frigid grief will endure :My darling, my soul is a bottle of snow

Behind the facade of our big egos we constantly do hide And pride of five letters is only that just pride And some will even tell you pride comes before a fall