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
- Meditation For Writing – Three Tips to Improve your Writing with Creative Meditation
- Вера Звягинцева – Всхожу на мост
- One Year by Sharon Olds
- A Time to Talk by Robert Frost
- Andromeda poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Николай Глазков – Чтоб улыбалось счастье
- Nailing by Mike Yuan
- What the Miner in the Desert Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Низами Гянджеви – Если б радость не лучилась
- BRAMBLE GATES by Satish Verma
- For P’ei Ti by Wang Wei
- Poem of Joys. by Walt Whitman
- The Proud Farmer by Vachel Lindsay
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- Rich Days by William Henry Davies
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).
