Advent poems 14: The Poet Wearies, by Adélia Prado

The Poet Wearies I’ve had it with being Your herald.Everybody has a voice,why am I the one who has to … More

Advent poems 13: from Midnight by Mourid Barghouti

To the victoriousI will send an unsettling messageand these simple questions:enemies,something gives me reason to doubt.All the gods of Olympussupport … More

Advent poems 12: Borders, by Peter Carpenter

Borders Ground Floor between Fiction and Poetry.The second time in as many days. It comes at me.The smell from … More

Advent poems 11: In Praise of Darkness, by Jorge Louis Borges

In Praise of Darkness Old age (the name that others give it)can be the time of our greatest bliss.The … More

Advent poems 10: Yes, by Muriel Rukeyser

Yes It’s like a tap-danceOr a new pink dress,A shit-naive feelingSaying yes. Some say Good morningSome say God bless –Some … More

Advent poems 9: Ten Thousand, by Roo Borson

Ten Thousand It is dusk. The birds sweep low to the lake and then diveup. The wind picks a few … More

Advent poems 8: On Seventh Avenue South, by Malena Mörling

On Seventh Avenue South Walk more slowly now.You will never again step pastthe boy who has just reached 51,000,094,246.He can … More

Advent Poems 7: Sycamores at Tulse Hill Station, by Christopher North

Sycamores at Tulse Hill Station The long platform is full.The Sycamores beyond the chain linkare moving in morning wind,their leaves … More

Advent Poems 6: An Arab Shepherd is Searching for His Goat on Mount Zion

An Arab Shepherd is Searching for His Goat on Mount Zion An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on … More

Advent Poems 5: Final Notations, by Adrienne Rich

Final Notations it will not be simple, it will not be longit will take little time, it will take all … More

Advent Poems 4: A Little Bit About the Soul, by Wisława Szymborska

A Little Bit About the Soul A soul is something we have every now and then.Nobody has one all the … More

Advent Poems 3: In a Time of Peace, by Ilya Kaminsky

In a Time of Peace Inhabitant of earth for fortysomething yearsI once found myself in a peaceful country. I … More

Advent poems 2: Old Folks Laugh, by Maya Angelou

Old Folks Laugh They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows. Old folksallow … More