O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Recoiling from you
In order to approach you
I discovered time
Approaching you
in order to recoil form you
I discovered my senses
Between approach and recoil
there is a stone the size of a dream
It does not approach
It does not recoil
You are my country
A stone is not what I am
therefor I do not like to face the sky
not do I die level with the ground
but I am a stranger, always a stranger
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Prophets at Home by Rudyard Kipling
- A Ritual To Read To Each Other by William Stafford
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня про правого инсайда
- The End of the World
- Come not when I am dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Khabaram raseed imshab poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Even Because by Ralph Angel
- Robert Burns: Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring:
- The Unsound Utterance by Raju Baruah
- The Language of William Dunbar
- Олег Григорьев – Дождь
- Юлия Друнина – Зной
- Red Slippers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Early Love
- Terminal by Sylvia Plath
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).
