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
- Rip van Winkle’s dream by Raj Arumugam
- You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop by Marge Piercy
- A Longing for Silence! by Preeth Nambiar
- How a Little Girl Danced by Vachel Lindsay
- Михаил Лермонтов – Весна
- Kiss by Ruth Padel
- Peace by Patrick Kavanagh
- Bistro Memories by P.J.Reed
- Владимир Маяковский – Не пей сырой воды! (Главполитпросвет №230)
- Ольга Седакова – Филемон и Бавкида
- Irish Love Song by Margaret Widdemer
- Last Words poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Аля Кудряшева – Про ангелов
- The Ploughman’s Life by Robert Burns
- Content Written Off Ithica poem – Alfred Austin
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).
