I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Don Paterson, French, imagery, love poetry, nature, Robert Desnos, translation
Looking for your light,
I went out:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: A.K. Ramanujam, Allama, imagery, Kannada, mystic, religion, translation
A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Ilya Kaminsky, Jean Valentine, love poetry, Marina Tsvetaeva, memory, Russian, translation