GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) She wept in the morning She wept at noon She wept in the evening At morning she lost a son At noon she lost another At evening she lost the last of family In the next…
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Maria Miraglia’s Whispers from the Blue
From the preface of Muhammad Schanazar, Pakistani poet: Maria Miraglia is an Italian Poetess. Thanks to the modern technology I had the opportunity to go through her poems and I was deeply impressed by her thoughts, the sensitive nature of…
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A History of Haiku in Italy
ANTONELLA FILIPPI A history of haiku in Italy.pdf On 28 June 2009 in Cascina Macondo, where the cultural association Cascina Macondo is based, the second Italian Conference of Haiky took place, with a lecture titled “Haiku in the Japanese everyday life”…
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The Magician and The Palm Reader
War poems by Harris Khalique The magician and the boy from Waziristan It was a stony winter morning covered in mist. The half-awake magician answered the hurried knock at the front door. The boy, covered in dust and smell, carried…
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Poets from the World, Mitko Gogov, Macedonia
Whetted Paths (since my feet will not walk on anything else) I look for you like a needle in a haystack like an iced plane on a melting island in which I could put a polar bear so that it…
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Poetic Report from Guia Risari
GUIA RISARI Berlin again My German-speaking friends – the true ones – and especially the others My not so German-speaking friends spread and scattered in the world Crazy sparkles Dust and rubbish around How are you feeling now? How are…
The rooms of Chronos, Utopia
Against all leprosies
SILVIA PIO (edited by) Today it is the 64th World Leprosy Day, observed internationally to increase the public awareness of Leprosy or Hansen’s Disease. This day wachosen in commemoration of the death of Gandhi. Leprosy is one of the oldest recorded diseases in the…
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Dewdrops, the long road towards the shortness of haiku
SILVIA PIO (edited by) Dewdrops, 100 haiku by Germain Droogenbrood in Japanese English Spanish and Dutch with illustrations by Satish Gupta and calligraphy by Taeku Uemura. Spanish editing Rafael Carcelén, English editing Stanley H. Barkan, Japanese by Taeko Uemura –…
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A Thousand and One versions of the Arabian Nights
SILVIA PIO Aladdin, Ali Baba, Shahrazad and Sindbad the Sailor are part of Western collective imagination and have almost become part of our folklore. We all know where they come from: The Thousand and One Nights, also called The Arabian…
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Haiku, Stanley H. Barkan
SILVIA PIO (edited by) New seeds from the old but still-living oak branches: big things from the small. Tohu va Bohu*: A flickering of His thought— spark out of the dark. Fading from the walls, the chalk-scrawled letters: “I have…
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Parade of Poems for the New Year
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) MORNING STAR Oh flower of Time Paul Celan The morning star befuddled by dark sources reflects for a moment in the morning’s red then disappears with the faded dreams of the night kindled by the light…
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Parade of Poems
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) WALKING UPON THE EARTH Walking upon the earth All alone by myself, I swing up my black walking cane And make a heavy thrust At the hard cold crust of the earth, So the people on…
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Parade of Poems
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) THE VIOLIN OF THE BUSHMAN Weak is resonance of the sound a one stringed bent stick on an empty ostrich egg. Not an instrument for greater glory of whoever. Nobody else hears what the bushman fiddles…
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Tanka & Haiku
MICHAEL MCCLINTOCK from http://michaelmcclintock.homestead.com/index.html Tanka (短歌 “short poem”) is a genre of classical Japanese poetry and one of the major genres of Japanese literature.
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Let us go back to Piazza
JOHN IRVING CLARKE Let us go back to Piazza One day let us go back to Piazza where sun peers through mist and its brazen ascent is tolled by bells. One day let us go back to Piazza where racing…