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
- Blank by Nizar Sartawi
- A Mathematical Problem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Psalm 08 poem – John Milton poems
- The January Birds by Maurice Riordan
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Чем больше в мире я живу
- The most noble bird, wife by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Алексей Ржевский стихи: читать все стихотворения, поэмы поэта Алексей Ржевский – Поэзия на Poetry Monster
- Online Lover by Rainbow Reed
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
- Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- What Work Is by Philip Levine
- Individuality
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вместе грабили одну и ту же хату
- On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac by William Butler Yeats
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).
