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
- Владимир Британишский – Чернышев переулок и мост Чернышев
- Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat poem – John Keats poems
- My Mother by Claude McKay
- Rememberance of that Power by sylvan lightbourne
- A Letter to a Live Poet by Rupert Brooke
- NO SE VIVIR ASI by victoria luisa mora paoli
- Egotist poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Effrontery by Satish Verma
- Sonnet 126: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Written In Friars Carse Hermitage: On Nithside
- Cheery Beggar poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Эту ночь я дышал тишиной
- Владимир Маяковский – Смотри, шахтер! (РОСТА №894)
- София Парнок – И голос окликнул тебя среди ночи
- Николай Некрасов – Весна
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).
