A City One Wish
by kapardeli eftichia
The city heavy leans
On me years….now
Wakes up and sleep
Effortlessly…unwearied always
The same
The time you say and it leaves the present
To be same
With the past unshaken
Pass from my eyes
My entire life where live in this
***
Resembles eternal city
In this..remained my dream
Does not tease….does not tease something
Whisper to me in the air
Does not tease for all what came and passed
For what remained in the brain
Without becomes actions
In my moments simple genuine
Those that remained in my brain
Prisoner
***
The look looks at beyond
From the horizon
Reaches in the end in the end there
That lengthens the landscape
And becomes a small dot
***
There the look stops in the distant
The uncaught infiltrates
But is lost then
What wish want I touch upon in the horizon
And if I iean it
Still exists or becomes chimera
***
In the beautiful distant landscape
The thought remains meteor
The time scatter in the air
His smell
It should I decide
All in my small head
They become ideas in
order to I begin for a new life
first Praise in the sixth LITERARY COMPETITION KERATSINI 2006 ABOUT SCIENCE AND CULTURE
Copyright ©:
kapardeli eftichia
A few random poems:
- Владимир Маяковский – Гимн обеду
- Funny Networking Poem and Do’s and Don’ts
- Hymn by Sidney Godolphin
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Михаил Кузмин – В раскосый блеск зеркал забросив сети
- The Secrets Of Divine Love Are To Be Kept by William Cowper
- Владимир Вишневский – Кто-то тянется к водному поло
- Robert Burns: How Long And Dreary Is The Night :
- A Memory Of Youth by William Butler Yeats
- I threaded a garland with the memories of a spring… by Preeth Nambiar
- Half The People In The World by Yehuda Amichai
- Иван Крылов – Ода, выбранная из псалма 71-го
- Николай Гумилев – На далекой звезде Венере
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Иван Дмитриев – Сверчки
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: My Lord A-Hunting:
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire.
- Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet:
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie:
- Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch:
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis:
- Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh:
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- Robert Burns: A Winter Night :
- Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Robert Burns: Composed In Spring:
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
