And The Black Scythe With Its Beak of Ibis
by Martine Morillon-Carreau
And the black scythe
with its beak of ibis
I live in
a scream in the memory
No
It was yet
even so
in the ears
A bent broken hoot
so so long to the moon or death
howling
And
like learning
this one
Stop
I say
to myself
But then
Stop
it’s coming
yes
going out
whistling
piercing out
of chest
heart
and farther
bottom of ages
a hole in the belly the guts
all
this found
crossed out screwed up throw away
I
– this read must not paper
and then us
betraying hating love –
haunt
live in a scream
nothing else but
presently
letting filter letting escape
braid with black the white flight
wings to glint
a light toward a peak
and smooth
up to the sky
blue ripples on water
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Ни на Европу не надейся, ни на прокукиш, надейся только на свои руки (Главполитпросвет №343)
- The Broncho That Would Not Be Broken by Vachel Lindsay
- Faith Healing by Philip Larkin
- Николай Заболоцкий – В тайге
- Владимир Маяковский – Письмо к любимой Молчанова, брошенной им
- Heavy Woman by Sylvia Plath
- Омар Хайям – Долго ль будешь скорбеть и печалиться, друг
- The Mocking Fairy by Walter de la Mare
- Как прекрасно твое имя
- A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity by William Butler Yeats
- София Парнок – Он ходит с женщиной в светлом
- Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- Silences still voice by Rohini Bhatia Singj
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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).
