O you wind rose of torment!
Torn by primeval storms
In ever changing directions of the tempests;
Yet your south is loneliness,
Where you stand is the navel of pain.
Your eyes are sunk deep into your skull
Like cave-dwelling doves in the night
Brought out blind by the huntsman,
Your voice is silenced
From asking too many whys,
To the worms and the fishes your voice has gone.
Job, you have wept through all the watches of the night
But some day the star sign of your blood will
Outshine all the rising suns.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The First Part: Sonnet 11 – Lamp of heaven’s crystal hall that brings the hours, by William Drummond
- The Pulling Away by Timothy Cole
- Abt Vogler by Robert Browning
- Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
- Олег Бундур – Уроки
- When I’m among a Blaze of Lights by Siegfried Sassoon
- His Poetry His Pillar by Robert Herrick
- The Last Flower poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Soul Receives From Soul by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Macer : A Character poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- If Only
- Moony Affair by Satish Verma
- This is Love by Rumi
- Robert Burns: Death and Doctor Hornbook : A True Story
- The Season
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