between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Little Worold by William Barnes
- Whenever I Go There by W. S. Merwin
- One Inch Tall by Shel Silverstein
- Beginning my Studies. by Walt Whitman
- The face wanted by Vinko Kalinić
- Омар Хайям – И теперь живу под гнетом страха
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Плач
- Николай Заболоцкий – Человек в воде
- In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Омар Хайям – Любя тебя, сношу я все упрёки
- Вера Полозкова – Это не прихоть, это не блажь
- Hurry by Marie Howe
- English Poetry. Henry Livingston. To the Memory of Sarah Livingston. Генри Ливингстон.
- Владимир Степанов – Неваляшка (Буква Н)
- Monument by Satish Verma
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).
