The line
that remained, that
became true: . . . your
house in Paris — become
the alterpiece of your hands.
Breathed through thrice,
shone through thrice.
……………….
It’s turning dumb, turning deaf
behind our eyes.
I see the poison flower
in all manner of words and shapes.
Go. Come.
Love blots out its name: to
you it ascribes itself.
Tr. Michael Hamburger
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Girl-Gladness poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- On Receiving A Curious Shell poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вы с Музой свадьбу золотую
- English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.
- Obligation poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Gift by Sara Teasdale
- Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog by William Wordsworth
- Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House by Robert Burns
- Factors Affecting the Labor Market – Determination of Wages and The Activities of Trade Unions
- The Heir Of Lynne poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Captain by Stevens Cadet
- Beguiling by Roger McGough
- Heart To Heart by Rita Dove
- REGENERATING by Satish Verma
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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).
