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
- My Child Wafts Peace by Yehuda Amichai
- Альфред Теннисон – Лорд Борлей
- symphony_in_red.html
- In Between The Strophes
- Hemingwayan waves of time by Ndue Ukaj
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Маша
- Screens (In a Hospital) by Winifred Mary Letts
- Primrose Rose by Rainbow Reed
- One Sweet White Light
- I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
- Robert Burns: On Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday:
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- Оливер Голдсмит – Пыл упований людям дан
- Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic by Robert Burns
- Николай Рубцов – Загородил мою дорогу
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).
