I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway’s land and it carries me on travel’s road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night’s blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place—anew
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Некрасов – Влас
- The Welsh Marches poem – A. E. Housman
- Степан Щипачев – Шар земной
- The Song Of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats
- The Neighbor by Marge Piercy
- The Lie by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
- A Friend’s Illness by William Butler Yeats
- Petals poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Arcady Unheeding by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Men Who Wear My Clothes by Vernon Scannell
- Алексей Толстой – Сижу да гляжу я всe, братцы, вон в эту сторонку
- At the Galleria Shopping Mall by Tony Hoagland
- Robert Burns: Here’s To Thy Health:
- Гавриил Державин – Ключ
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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).
