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
- A Prayer poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Brook That Ran By Gramfer’s by William Barnes
- A Petition poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats by Sylvia Plath
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- Robert Burns: The Kirk Of Scotland’s Alarm:
- Ode on Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- Robert Burns: Lines To John M’Murdo, Esq. Of Drumlanrig: Sent with some of the Author’s Poems.
- Honeycomb
- haiku
- Николай Гумилев – Куранты любви
- Songwriting Tip – Structure of a Pop Song
- Olney Hymn 39: The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death by William Cowper
- Wisdom by Siegfried Sassoon
- Михаил Лермонтов – Я не люблю тебя
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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).
