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
- Love’s Divinest Power by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Repentance by Shailendra Chauhan
- Ольга Седакова – Хильдегарда
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё с себя снимаю, слишком душно
- After Parting by Sara Teasdale
- Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Look not in my eyes, for fear poem – A. E. Housman
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Переселение
- Come, come thou bleak December wind (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- The Grandmother poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Robert Burns: Elegy On “Stella”: The following poem is the work of some hapless son of the Muses who deserved a better fate. There is a great deal of “The voice of Cona” in his solitary, mournful notes; and had the sentiments been clothed in Shenstone’s language, they would have been no discredit even to that elegant poet.-R.B.
- first_verse.html
- The Grave of the Hundered Head by Rudyard Kipling
- Низами Гянджеви – Когда ее ароматом неслышно ветер повеет
- The Narrative by Talha Jafri
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).
