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
- Epitaph on a Henpecked Squire by Robert Burns
- A COUNTRY LIFE:TO HIS BROTHER, MR THOMAS HERRICK by Robert Herrick
- ‘Blighters’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот, главный вход
- Aeneid by Virgil
- The Vote Excerpt
- Владимир Маяковский – Тресты
- Father And Child by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочий! (РОСТА №735)
- Pagett, M.P. by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Светлые ночи
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Борьба
- Олег Григорьев – Благо
- Новелла Матвеева – Дома без крыш
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).