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Tag Archives: poetry
But when will it be spring again?
“I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees,” wrote Pablo Neruda on the wall of the cathedral in Baza, defying the wrath not only of God, but also of municipal anti-graffiti enforcers. But then, if … Continue reading
Brexit Poetry
Everybody knows the line “no man is an island”, but nobody knows that when John Donne wrote Devotions upon Emergent Occasions in 1624, he actually warned of Brexit. No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece … Continue reading
Random Thoughts (17)
Now I know why it’s called CATalonia: it doesn’t know if it wants to walk through the door or not. Shouldn’t nobody sign no contract that they ain’t read before. (I am now giving legal advice in country lyrics, at … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Estonia, Germany, Italy, Latvia, Law, Lithuania, Politics, Spain, Time, Travel, USA
Tagged Catalonia, Donald Trump, legal advice, Luxembourg, Media, passport, poetry, Statistics, Venice
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Poetry Slam (6) Bear
It was my last bottle. But when you meet a bear, you share. He drank it full throttle. (Photographed in Novy Afon, Abkhazia. – But it’s nicer to meet bears who live in freedom.)
First they came …
First they came for the scientists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a scientist. Then they came for the journalists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a journalist. Then they came for … Continue reading
Posted in Human Rights, Politics, USA
Tagged corruption, Donald Trump, Human Rights, poetry
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A Poem for the Forest
In Podgorica, Montenegro, I saw this poem for the forest, but I cannot find any English translation online. Can any of my Serbian/Montenegrin-speaking readers help? Thank you very much!
Szerelmemhez
After the Lithuanian, Spanish and Romanian translations of my Valentine’s Day poem, I can now add a Hungarian translation, thanks to Judit Gábris. … A kérdés, hogy az igaz szerelem a véletlen műve e avagy felkutatható soha nem zavart minket, mert mi egyik kategóriába … Continue reading
Pentru iubirea vieții mele
After the Lithuanian and Spanish translations of my Valentine’s Day poem, I can now add a Romanian translation, thanks to Cristiana Boicu. … Controversa conform căreia iubirea este rezultatul purei întâmplări sau chiar poate fi găsită nu a rezonat niciodată în … Continue reading
Para El Amor de Mi Vida
My Valentine’s Day poem has been translated into Spanish – by a translator who wishes to remain anonymous. Thank you very much! … El debate sobre si el amor verdadero es resultado del azar o si puede buscarse nunca nos afectó, … Continue reading
To the Love of my Life
A very personal revelation for Valentine’s Day: … The debate whether real love is a result of chance or whether it can be sought never resonated with us, because we fall in neither of these categories. Our story is a completely different … Continue reading