O Homeland! O Eagle,
Plunging, through the bars of my cell,
Your fiery beak in my eyes!
All I possess in the presence of death
Is pride and fury.
I have willed that my heart be planted as a tree,
That my forehead become an abode for skylarks.
O eagle,
I am unworthy of your lofty wing,
I prefer a crown of flame.
O homeland!
We were born and raised in your wound,
And ate the fruit of your trees,
To witness the birth of your daybreak.
O eagle unjustly languishing in chains,
O legendary death which once was sought,
Your fiery beak is still plunged in my eye.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- An Ode To Antares
- A reason for you by Pritha halder
- The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment poem – John Keats poems
- The Widow’s House by William Barnes
- Prelude by Rudyard Kipling
- The Passing of Stumpy Shore by Mervyn John Webster
- Awed by her splendor by Sappho
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ну почему
- My Heart Is Heavy by Sara Teasdale
- Шекспир – Чтобы стихи, рожденные когда-то – Сонет 38
- A spirit sped by Stephen Crane
- A Greek Girl poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Юрий Галансков – Он к нам придёт
- The Polar Koala Bear by Robby Charters
- In The Early Pearly Morning
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).
