On The High Pedestal
by Shahida Latif
When I unfurl, unfold my wings,
For the new flight and fresh trip,
I remember you by recollecting
Memories of the past.
Drops of tears like lamps
Begin to hang on the lashes,
The colourful stars begin to glimmer
On the hems of my dress.
I feel the ravened sky looking at me
With the smile of a saint, as if
God begins to lay, spread new tracks,
And I trespass the boundaries
Of self-control to cover the distances long,
With fresh zeal, laden with unseen trials,
But I see you standing there in front,
On the high pedestal of the destination
Awaiting and beckoning me to embrace.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Высоцкий – Спасибо, что живой: стих, текст “Мой черный человек в костюме сером” – Poetry Monster
- Our Soul’s Gestation
- Шекспир – Я не хочу хвалить любовь мою – Сонет 21
- The Way by Robert Creeley
- September
- Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint poem – John Milton poems
- Accidents by Russell Edson
- Владимир Высоцкий – Памятник
- Pañuelos de La Alhambra by Mara Romero Torres
- Владимир Степанов – Лисички
- Drowned in Illusion by Rixa White
- Youth And Beauty by William Carlos Williams
- Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul by William Shakespeare
- A Christmas Carol by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- The Caucas poem – Alexander Pushkin
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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