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
- Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Анатолий Жигулин – Кострожоги
- Алексей Ржевский – Долго ль прельщаться
- Lover’s Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore
- Moonsong At Morning by Sylvia Plath
- The Apparitions by William Butler Yeats
- Poetics poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Desperation by Vishü Rita Krocha
- The Autopsy by Russell Edson
- Ka ‘Ba poem – Amiri Baraka poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 poem – Alexander Pope
- Skyscrapers by Rifat Ilgaz
- Development of Indian English Poetry
- Masks poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Николай Языков – Романс (Красой небесною прекрасна)
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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).
