I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep to make myself known
To a returning cloud.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood
So that I could break the rule.
I learnt all the words and broke them up
To make a single word: Homeland…..
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Apathy by Shailendra Chauhan
- On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers by Thomas Hood
- In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell
- A Winter Ship by Sylvia Plath
- All Saints Day 1868
- Distant Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Очкину (Было время, мой приятель)
- Further Instructions poem – Ezra Pound poems
- John Bleäke At Hwome At Night by William Barnes
- Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. by Walt Whitman
- Юнна Мориц – Хорошо быть молодым
- A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion by Samuel Coleridge
- Genius
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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).
