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
- The Giants In Treädes by William Barnes
- Олег Григорьев – Дружба
- Minnesang by Neil Outar
- Route Marchin’ by Rudyard Kipling
- Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman by William Strode
- 1777 poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Silence by Riju Dave
- The First Part: Sonnet 10 – Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine by William Drummond
- Федор Сологуб – Так же внятен мне, как прежде
- A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention by Yehuda Amichai
- Robert Burns: Here’s To Thy Health:
- Sonnet Xvi Who Shall Invoke Her
- Нина Воронель – Неровен час
- shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Вы с Музой свадьбу золотую
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).
