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 Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
- April Is The Saddest Month by William Carlos Williams
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- The Waist of Time by The Waist of Time
- I, or Someone Like Me by Marvin Bell
- A Performance At Hog Theater by Russell Edson
- Melville And Coghill – The Place Of The Little Hand poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Woman’s Last Word by Robert Browning
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Николай Глазков – Баллада о трактористе и ритуальном камне
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Crush by Muhereza Louis
- Sonnet CXII by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress:
- Владимир Костров – Просыпаюсь от сердечной боли
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).
