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
- Fragment – Wee Willie Gray (Song) by Robert Burns
- In The Hills Of Shiloh by Shel Silverstein
- Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture:
- Омар Хайям – Если есть у тебя для жилья закуток
- Robert Burns: There’ll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame:
- Алексей Плещеев – Молчание
- Robert Burns: Out Over The Forth:
- Валерий Брюсов – Дрожащие листья на бледные щеки
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- Orpheus by William Shakespeare
- The Eve Of Saint Mark. A Fragment poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay:
- A Sigh In The Night
- Les Roses de Sâdi poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Илья Эренбург – Я знаю, будет золотой и долгий
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).
