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
- Until You’ve Found Pain by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Couplet 11 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Рубцов – Хороший улов
- Владимир Высоцкий – Свет потушите, вырубите звук
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
- Юрий Левитанский – Не брести мне сушею
- Омар Хайям – Есть много вер, и все несхожи
- Федор Сологуб – В моей лампаде ясный свет
- The Cactus Thicket
- run home, run home butterfly by Raj Arumugam
- Still Life by Reena Ribalow
- Николай Заболоцкий – Оттепель
- Give Me Back My Rags by Vasko Popa
- Years by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Карамзин – К Лиле
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).
