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
- Ballade Of The Bookworm poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Everyone Sang by Siegfried Sassoon
- Paradise Regained: The Third Book poem – John Milton poems
- Last Battle Cid
- Tenuous And Precarious by Stevie Smith
- Sleep and Death by William Wycherley
- Василий Курочкин – Юмористическим чутьем
- O God
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Notes for Canto CXX poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Nevertheless by Marianne Moore
- Forty Years Later by Martin Willitts, Jr
- Юнна Мориц – Снег в ноябре
- Virginibus Puerisque
- Владимир Маяковский – Севастопольский корреспондент “Матен” сообщает… (РОСТА №507)
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).
