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
- Владимир Набоков – Встреча
- Ольга Берггольц – В доме Павлова
- Kinu Goala’s Alley – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- The New Moon by Sara Teasdale
- Ольга Берггольц – Наш сад
- Leto and Niobe by Sappho
- Tidy by Ralph Angel
- To Mr. H. Lawes on His Airs poem – John Milton poems
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Diya {original title is Greek, Delta-iota-psi-alpha} poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Космонавты
- Maktoob
- Владимир Высоцкий – Свадебная
- Song In March by William Gilmore Simms
- Fragment of a Greek Tragedy poem – A. E. Housman
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).
