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
- Зинаида Александрова – Чай в саду
- Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. by Walt Whitman
- The Star by Sara Teasdale
- Олег Бундур – Пёс
- The joyful things in life by Martin Smith
- It’s the Wrong Address by peggy boone
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Татаринову (Здорово, брат! Поставь сюда две чаши)
- Владимир Костров – Срок настал, московская богема
- In Salutation to the Eternal Peace by Sarojini Naidu
- On a Certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Олег Бундур – Не боюсь
- Sonnet III: Look In Thy Glass, and Tell the Face Thou Viewest by William Shakespeare
- Ольга Берггольц – Потеряла я вечером слово
- St. Francis of Assisi by Vachel Lindsay
- Il Penseroso poem – John Milton poems
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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).
