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
- Юрий Левитанский – Мое поколение
- Could Man Be Drunk Forever poem – A. E. Housman
- The Wheel by William Butler Yeats
- Her Triumph by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Довольно
- Rutland Gate
- Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town poem – A. E. Housman
- Mirror by Sylvia Plath
- In Thoughtless Mind by Satish Verma
- A February Night poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Наездница
- I Am Part Of The Load by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- let’s love the lawn by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Степанов – Жучка и тучка
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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).
