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
15 random poems
- Алексей Плещеев – Она и он
- Николай Заболоцкий – Последняя любовь
- Strong Mercy by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Луговской – Почтовый переулок
- Ольга Берггольц – Из “Писем с дороги”
- Robert Burns: A Red, Red Rose: [Hear Red, Red Rose]
- Extempore Reply to an Invitation by Robert Burns
- Зинаида Александрова – Гибель Чапаева
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 04 by Torquato Tasso
- Nationality by Mary Gilmore
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Кудри
- Snow & Ice by Quincy Troupe
- Иван Варавва – В закубанском лесу
- Владимир Высоцкий – Упрямо я стремлюсь ко дну
- This Will Not Win Him by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
Some external links:
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).
