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
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- On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament poem – John Milton poems
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- Beauty
- Morpheus poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Woman’s Fancy by Thomas Hardy
- A Thanksgiving to God for His House by Robert Herrick
- Владимир Маяковский – Военно-морская любовь
- Lynching
- Attack On The Ad-Man
- Private Property poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Карл Сэндберг – Джаз-фантазия
- Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be by Vachel Lindsay
- My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночь в лесу
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).
