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
- Владимир Маяковский – Почему нет помощи от Румынии (Главполитпросвет №327)
- The Babysitters by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Британишский – Молодой Толстой
- To R. B. poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Night dyes its hair by Vladimir Marku
- Федор Сологуб – Плачет безутешная вдова
- Hellcat
- Владимир Корнилов – Достается, наверно, непросто
- A Child Of War
- Late realizations by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Владимир Британишский – Округлы и оголены
- Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall poem – John Keats poems
- Before
- Back-View by William Ernest Henley
- There is a life-force within your soul by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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).
