O you wind rose of torment!
Torn by primeval storms
In ever changing directions of the tempests;
Yet your south is loneliness,
Where you stand is the navel of pain.
Your eyes are sunk deep into your skull
Like cave-dwelling doves in the night
Brought out blind by the huntsman,
Your voice is silenced
From asking too many whys,
To the worms and the fishes your voice has gone.
Job, you have wept through all the watches of the night
But some day the star sign of your blood will
Outshine all the rising suns.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Meeting With Despair by Thomas Hardy
- And In Wonder And Amazement I Sing by Rabindranath Tagore
- In Praise of Songs that Die by Vachel Lindsay
- Loneliness is a prison by Vladimir Marku
- Henry Purcell poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Rolling Mills by Michael McGovern
- Bleäke’s House In Blackmwore by William Barnes
- Федор Сологуб – В иных веках, в иной отчизне
- Creative Self Sabotage – 5 Favourite Sabotage Techniques Of Creative Artists & How To Avoid Them
- Степан Щипачев – Высота
- Miscast I poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Yeoman of Kent by William Somervile
- Her Epitaph by William Strode
- Both ways I lose by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Middle-Ages by Siegfried Sassoon
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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).
