I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. PABLO NERUDA जहाँ जल गिरता है, वहां जीवन उत्पन्न होता है AJNEYA Spring lies desolate. The velvet – dark ditch crawls by my side without reflections. Tomas Transtomer कवि एक बड़ा सा तोता होता है, जैसे कि मैं जिसे उसके संरक्षक पालते हैं कई होते हैं वे Shamser When the gate guard sinks into sleep You turn back together with the storm That which ages in the embrace is The rose of time Bei Dao My contemporaries like small objects, dried starfish that have forgotten the sea, melancholy stopped clocks, postcards sent from vanished cities, Adam Zagajewski Poets The old man sipping coffee in St.-Lazare, who reminds you of someone. Faces flashing by in local trains— the happy faces of travelers headed perhaps for a splendid ball, or a beheading. Read Mode An amber glow over the village And all sounds in slow flight. A dog’s barking is a hieroglyph painted in the air above the garden Read More