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
- Sometimes by Vinko Kalinić
- Ольга Седакова – Давид поет Саулу
- Илона Грошева – Каждый год в себе несет воскресение
- Manure by Mark R Slaughter
- Scenes Of The Mind
- Николай Карамзин – К Дмитриеву (Многие барды, лиру настроив)
- The Perfect Sacrifice by William Cowper
- The Essay on Liberty by Abraham Cowley
- Winter Wind by Vasil Slavov
- Владимир Маяковский – Протекция
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Новогоднее видение
- The Bath-Tub poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The First Part: Sonnet 3 – Ye who so curiously do paint your thoughts, by William Drummond
- Ballade Of The Tweed poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Mary’s Song by Sylvia Plath
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).
