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
- Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire by Robert Burns
- While Summer Suns O’er the Gay Prospect Play’d by Thomas Warton
- A Good Play by Robert Louis Stevenson
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- The Dug-Out by Siegfried Sassoon
- Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
- Юлия Друнина – Убивали молодость мою
- The Bull Moose
- Signals by Walid Saba
- The Boston Evening Transcript by T. S. Eliot
- My Bed is Covered Yellow by Peter Orlovsky
- Ольга Седакова – Несчастен
- Николай Огарев – Выпьем, что ли, Ваня
- In Praise of Laziness by William Wycherley
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).
