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
- Степан Щипачев – Тебе
- Анатолий Жигулин – Кордон Песчаный
- Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
- The Stage Coach by William Barnes
- create.html
- Design poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Lord Ullin’s Daughter by Thomas Campbell
- The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith
- Eternity by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Sonet 50 by William Alexander
- Adventures of King Robert the Bruce by William Topaz McGonagall
- Николай Языков – Пловец (Воют волны, скачут волны)
- Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Quicksand Years. by Walt Whitman
- Федор Сологуб – Собака седого короля
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).
