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
- Василий Жуковский – Гаральд
- Open sky by Shailendra Chauhan
- A Fairy Tale poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Breaking Point by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Philip Levine – Philip Levine
- Владимир Маяковский – Ужасающая фамильярность
- Владимир Корнилов – На колоннаде
- Lips and Eyes. by Thomas Carew
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Poem on Pastoral Poetry by Robert Burns
- The Holy Tree
- Book Ninth [Residence in France] by William Wordsworth
- Disillusionment Of Ten O’clock by Wallace Stevens
- The Snowman on the Moor by Sylvia Plath
- Song by Robert Creeley
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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).
