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
- The Helmet by Philip Levine
- And She is Spoke by Winifred Mary Letts
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Remain! by Walter Savage Landor
- The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Modern Nature poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Альфред де Мюссе – Не забывай! Когда заря рассвета
- Владимир Корнилов – В Македонии
- Омар Хайям – Никто не лицезрел ни рая, ни геенны
- To the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell
- Home After Three Months Away by Robert Lowell
- The Ever-Patient Woman poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo poem – Alfred Austin
- Crapulous Impression
- An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote by William Cowper
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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).
