I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through rain.
I give up my hands which are ten wishes.
I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway.
I give up my legs which are lovers only at night.
I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood.
I give up my penis which whispers encouragement to my thighs.
I give up my clothes which are walls that blow in the wind
and I give up the ghost that lives in them.
I give up. I give up.
And you will have none of it because already I am beginning
again without anything.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment by William Strode
- Paradise Regained: The Second Book poem – John Milton poems
- The Hymn poem – John Milton poems
- Василий Жуковский – Могущество, слава и благоденствие России
- Kangaroo talks to the Sun by Raj Arumugam
- Little Clock by T. Wignesan
- Old Times by Rixa white
- Sonnet I
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 05 by Torquato Tasso
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чатырдаг
- The Tree Of Song by Sara Teasdale
- Иван Варавва – Раскинет объятия поле
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
- Song—Address to the Woodlark by Robert Burns
- WALKING TOELESS by Satish Verma
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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).
