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
- The Fish by William Butler Yeats
- It is a Show by Rixa White
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
- Dark House by Sylvia Plath
- British Freedom by William Wordsworth
- To George Felton Mathew poem – John Keats poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Последнее желанье
- Key and Knife (Two Haiku) by Mike Yuan
- Bermudas poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Владимир Орлов – Ночной листок
- To a Certain Cantatrice. by Walt Whitman
- Tulips by Sylvia Plath
- A Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare
- Ольга Седакова – Памяти поэта
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).
