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
- Константин Бальмонт – Мост
- Never Try To Trick Me With A Kiss by Sylvia Plath
- Lucy by William Wordsworth
- Олег Бундур – Босиком
- gem_immortality.html
- Sonnet 06
- Николай Гумилев – Жестокой
- Иннокентий Анненский – Из участковых монологов
- Starlight
- Василий Кубанёв – 12 июля
- Opifex by Thomas Edward Brown
- Василий Жуковский – Герой
- Владимир Набоков – Кубы
- A Man Young And Old: III. The Mermaid by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of ‘The Floure And The Lefe’ poem – John Keats poems
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).
