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
- Prison Souvenirs, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
- Dead On Arrival by Preethi Saravanakumar
- BRAMBLE GATES by Satish Verma
- Lost and Found by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Владимир Маяковский – Не вразброд, не случайно (Главполитпросвет)
- Anecdote For Fathers by William Wordsworth
- Николай Заболоцкий – Человек в воде
- Camp Followers Song Gomal River
- House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
- Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
- The Dance At Darmstadt poem – Alfred Austin
- Workin’ It Out by Shel Silverstein
- The Wanderings of Oisin: Book II by William Butler Yeats
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Не называй далекой бездной
- Анатолий Жигулин – Где теперь ты, рыжая
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).
