KWEE Liberian Literary Magazine Jan. Iss. Vol. 0115 Apr Iss. Vol. 0415 | Page 38

Liberian Literary Magazine April Issue 0415 And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'. The blackbird fills the air Because I love you With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns. I've heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me. Ode To Pity The people walk in the street and laugh I love you And far down the river ships sound their hooters Crazy with joy because I love you. Jane Austin 1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed On disappointed Love. While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush Converses with the Dove. The Jackfruit Ho Xuan Huong I am like a jackfruit on the tree. To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh: the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes, but oh, I warn you against touching -the rich juice will gush and stain your hands 2 Gently brawling down the turnpike road, Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream-The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam. Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear, The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer, And eke the Abbey to a mouldering heap, Conceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear And quite invisible doth take a peep. Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich Ode to the flute Printed by permission Matthew Zapruder A man sings by opening his mouth a man sings by opening his lungs by turning himself into air a flute can be made of a man nothing is explained a flute lays on its side and prays a wind might enter it and make of it at least a small final song. The Sun Has Burst The Sky Jenny Joseph The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks Because I love you 38