I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell
with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own.
I have a saturated meadow. In the deep horizon of my word, I have a moon,
a bird’s sustenance, and an immortal olive tree.
I have lived on the land long before swords turned man into prey.
I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother, I return heaven to
her mother.
And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears.
To break the rules, I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Юлия Друнина – В голом парке коченеют клёны
- epitaph_for_our_children.html
- Virtual Impressions by Renu Ayyar
- Electra On Azalea Path by Sylvia Plath
- Chronicle
- The True Lover by A. E. Housman
- Astrophel and Stella: LXIV by Sir Philip Sidney
- Amoraphobia by Shaunna Harper
- The Red Lacquer Music-Stand poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Poetry and the Power of Words
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:
- Cold by Witt Wittmann
- To My Brother by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Sleepers by Walt Whitman
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).
