from where they have been raised high,
a tremor in Nepal across the Himalayas
my body has a new soul,
it sings to the rubble and henceforth
I can only rise to the sky
would it be nimbostratus cloud
so in the gaping only
I will look at the eternity
and what will fan my wings
over the Bay of Bengal
perhaps, I will burn back
this span of life.
Rise me from where
I must fall to the rich tributaries
of my land,
only then I will seek
no revenge, no remorse
only then I will be born
in the form speaking through
the dialect of soul.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sculptor by Sylvia Plath
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games by William Somervile
- Федор Сологуб – Там, внизу, костры горели
- Kyrenaikos
- A Hymn to Love by Robert Herrick
- Eidólons. by Walt Whitman
- Омар Хайям – Двести лет проживешь, или тысячу лет
- Robert Burns: The Battle Of Sherramuir:
- Resurgam
- Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness poem – John Keats poems
- Conscripts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Far In a Western Brookland poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Олег Сердобольский – Корова и божья коровка
- September by Ted Hughes
- The Railroad by William Barnes
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).
