I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep to make myself known
To a returning cloud.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood
So that I could break the rule.
I learnt all the words and broke them up
To make a single word: Homeland…..
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Near But Far Away by William Morris
- Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There poem – John Keats poems
- A High-Toned Old Christian Woman by Wallace Stevens
- With A Copy Of Shakespeares Sonnets On Leaving College
- Вера Павлова – Я дождевой червь
- Владимир Корнилов – Происхождение
- Олег Григорьев – Тонет муха в сладости
- Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr.
- A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Вакханки (перевод)
- The Railroad by William Barnes
- A Dedication
- Владимир Корнилов – Молодая поэзия
- October by Robert Frost
- The Summons poem – Ezra Pound poems
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).
