I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell
with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own.
I have a saturated meadow. In the deep horizon of my word, I have a moon,
a bird’s sustenance, and an immortal olive tree.
I have lived on the land long before swords turned man into prey.
I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother, I return heaven to
her mother.
And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears.
To break the rules, I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- World Below the Brine, The. by Walt Whitman
- vestiges.html
- Олег Бундур – В глухом лесу
- On Glenriddell’s Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Михаил Лермонтов – Чума в Саратове
- My Garden by Thomas Edward Brown
- La Gitana poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Гавриил Державин – Похвала за правосудие
- The Little Dell by William Allingham
- Myself
- A Choka Is A Littoral Drift
- Robert Burns: Written In Friars Carse Hermitage: On Nithside
- To Captain H—–d, of the 65th Regiment by Phillis Wheatley
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell: On Returning a Newspaper.
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