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 Pet-Lamb by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Берггольц – Ленинградская осень
- No, Love Is Not Dead by Robert Desnos
- Antinous
- Оливер Голдсмит – Песенка
- The Everlasting Voices by William Butler Yeats
- Ulster by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Будь готов
- Василий Тредиаковский – Леший и мужик
- Lament of the Frontier Guard poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ballade Of Midsummer Days And Nights by William Ernest Henley
- Олег Бундур – Летняя гроза
- Playing With Big Numbers
- WALKING INTO YOU by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Новогодние поздравления (РОСТА №704)
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).
