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
- The Cactus
- Let Him Free by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Hummingbird by Nicole M Nugent
- Ольга Берггольц – Сейчас тебе всё кажется тобой
- Fist by Philip Levine
- Excerpt from “What’s O’Clock” poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
- Ольга Седакова – Успение
- Arabian Night’s Entertainments by William Ernest Henley
- O You Who’ve gone on Pilgrimage by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- After-Thought by William Wordsworth
- Sussex by Rudyard Kipling
- Олег Григорьев – Не свались в колодец, Ольга
- A Week by Thomas Hardy
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
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