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
- Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
- The Drowned Man poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Олег Григорьев – Дачник
- Валерий Брюсов – Есть поразительная белость
- At Dawn poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- In spring and summer winds may blow by Walter Savage Landor
- Ts’ai Chi’h poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Spinster by Sylvia Plath
- Man Versus Satan by Shahida Latif
- Continual Conversation With A Silent Man by Wallace Stevens
- Peddler Road Flyover by Vinita Agrawal
- Алишер Навои – Чаша, солнце отражая
- Hare-hunting by William Somervile
- Ольга Берггольц – Не может быть, чтоб жили мы напрасно
- Sculpture of Debris on the Waterfront by Martina Reisz Newberry
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).
