from where they have been raised high,
a tremor in Nepal across the Himalayas
my body has a new soul,
it sings to the rubble and henceforth
I can only rise to the sky
would it be nimbostratus cloud
so in the gaping only
I will look at the eternity
and what will fan my wings
over the Bay of Bengal
perhaps, I will burn back
this span of life.
Rise me from where
I must fall to the rich tributaries
of my land,
only then I will seek
no revenge, no remorse
only then I will be born
in the form speaking through
the dialect of soul.
End of the poem
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- Teacher
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- Olney Hymn 23: Pleading For And With Youth by William Cowper
- Story by Stephen Dunn
- Olney Hymn 57: The New Convert by William Cowper
- “Hedge, that divides the lovely” by Torquato Tasso
- When Bryan Speaks by Vachel Lindsay
- The Past is the Present by Marianne Moore
- I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell by William Wordsworth
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).