Horses’ neighing at the slope. Downward or upward.
I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die.
She says: Is there a wall to hang it on?
I say: We’ll build a room for it. Where? In any house.
Horses’ neighing at the slope. Downward or upward.
Does a thirty-year-old woman need a homeland where she might make a life?
Can I reach the summit of this rugged mountain? The slope is either an abyss
or a place of siege.
Midway it divides. It’s a journey. Martyrs kill one another.
I prepare my portrait for my woman. When a new horse neighs in you, tear it up.
Horses’ neighing at the slope. Upward, or upward.
End of the poem
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- A Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland
- Олег Бундур – Справились с делами
- Fragment: Modern Love poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Лежит камень в степи
- Passer-By, These Are Words by Yves Bonnefoy
- Николай Глазков – Богатырское распутье
- Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman
- Николай Гумилев – Избиение женихов
- Владимир Набоков – Вдали от берега, в мерцании морском
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- Seashore by Rabindranath Tagore
- Ego Dominus Tuus by William Butler Yeats
- Mafeking poem – Alfred Austin
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).
