between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Bury Me In My Shades by Shel Silverstein
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Василий Жуковский – Человек
- The Wish
- One Lovely Name by Walter Savage Landor
- I Shall Forget
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вход воспрещается
- Man’s Knowledge – Ingorance in the Mysteries of God by William Drummond
- Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock by Robert Burns
- Song Of The Master And Boatswain by W H Auden
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Цветок
- A Figurative Description Of The Procedure Of Divine Love by William Cowper
- The Lent Lily by A. E. Housman
- A Child’s Prayer by Siegfried Sassoon
- Macer : A Character poem – Alexander Pope
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).
