I stood at the junction,
Not knowing which road to follow,
One cluttered with leaves,
While the other was purely laid out,
Like a cloth,
Hidden among the canopy was a brook,
Replenishing life itself for thirst,
Desire and lust felt by the nerves,
Anguishing branches cuddled stems,
As if my mind is drizzling,
Over a puddle of brown leaves,
Clouds covered the grey horizon,
A question arose out of nowhere,
The sapling grew over years,
Healing time and toil.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Nympholept
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Когда вдали от суеты всемирной
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Владимир Высоцкий – Один смотрел, другой орал
- Robert Burns: The Braes O’ Killiecrankie:
- Pollination by Pamela L. Laskin
- Ольга Седакова – Элегия смоковницы
- Again
- Heredity by Tony Harrison
- Olney Hymn 45: The Happy Change by William Cowper
- We put the urn aboard ship by Sappho
- Olney Hymn 33: Seeking The Beloved by William Cowper
- The Long Hill by Sara Teasdale
- Aftermath poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Bombardment by Siegfried Sassoon
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).
