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
- Наум Коржавин – На друга-поэта
- Ольга Берггольц – Ласточки над обрывом
- In A Light Time by Philip Levine
- For A Fatherless Son by Sylvia Plath
- Blue Evening by Rupert Brooke
- Низами Гянджеви – Встань, виночерпий, не ленись
- Earth’s Answer by William Blake
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Улетевшим мечтам
- Николай Заболоцкий – Читайте, деревья, стихи Гезиода
- Stray Pleasures by William Wordsworth
- 5 Top Sources of Inspiration That Will Help You Become a Successful Entrepreneur
- The Boy by Marilyn Hacker
- The Fish by Marianne Moore
- The Bald-Pated Welshman and the Fly by William Somervile
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночь в лесу
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).
