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
- Gold! by Thomas Hood
- Screens (In a Hospital) by Winifred Mary Letts
- Matter For Gratitude poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Жан, Жак, Гийом, Густав нормальные французы
- A Christmas Carol poem – Alfred Austin
- Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
- The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
- Вера Павлова – Снежную бабочку-однодневку
- From Afar by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Song For A Summer’s Day by Sylvia Plath
- In Cabin’d Ships at Sea. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Берггольц – Надежда
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).
