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
- An Ode to Beer
- Farmers Market by Mary TallMountain
- Years by Sylvia Plath
- Шекспир – Неужто я, приняв любви венец – Сонет 114
- Base of all Metaphysics, The. by Walt Whitman
- Raise the head, child by Vinko Kalinić
- My Miracle Valentine by Tirtha Raj Baral (Sanu Punatare)
- Number 1 by Raj Arumugam
- Please Don’t Judas Me by Mark Miller
- Turns by Tony Harrison
- Our Bog Is Dood by Stevie Smith
- Илона Грошева – Мой друг Евгений
- See, how I love you by Vinko Kalinić
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Одно из двух
- Омар Хайям – Не таи в своем сердце обид и скорбей
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).
