Whoever
comes from the Earth
reaching for the moon
or
other heavenly mineral flower –
will soar high
wounded by blasts
of memory
shot from the explosive burst of yearning
for
out of Earth’s painted night
his winged prayers arise
out of daily destructions
seeking the inner pathways of the eyes.
Craters and arid seas
filled with tears
travelling through starry stations
escaping from dust and ashes.
Everywhere the Earth
is building its colonies of homesickness.
Not to land
on the oceans of addicted blood
only to sway
in the luminous music of ebb and flood
only to sway
to the rhythm of the unscathed
mark of eternity:
life – death –
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Вращения
- Николай Заболоцкий – Все, что было в душе
- Say, What Is Honour?–‘Tis The Finest Sense by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не могу ни выпить, ни забыться
- Как воздух, математика нужна
- About Wedding Dress
- Don’t Need Anything by Pat Mullan
- The Boy by William Henry Davies
- William Henry Davies – William Henry Davies
- Владимир Британишский – Первая послевоенная осень
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- What Work Is by Philip Levine
- Федор Сологуб – Побеждайте радость
- Владимир Высоцкий – Надо с кем-то рассорить кого-то
- Владимир Британишский – Били в армии, в школе, в столице, в селе
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).
