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
- Proactive Responses to Recession – 7 Creative Ways to Make Extra Money With Real Estate
- Sheppard’s Quest by Shawn Ervin
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- Grief by Philip Larkin
- The Flood In Spring by William Barnes
- Their Frailty by Siegfried Sassoon
- My Journey by Vikki Bonyata
- Blanche Sweet by Vachel Lindsay
- Preludes by T. S. Eliot
- Invern poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Epitaph On the Lady Mary Villiers by Thomas Carew
- Николай Гумилев – Какою музыкой мой слух взволнован
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о вещем Олеге
- Look You, I’ll Go Pray by Vachel Lindsay
- Forest by Walter William Safar
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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).
