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
- Владимир Степанов – Конкурс красоты
- Нина Воронель – Неровен час
- The Sailor’s Mother by William Wordsworth
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
- All Things Can Tempt Me by William Butler Yeats
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- For a’ that and a’ that by Robert Burns
- A HYMN TO THE GRACES by Robert Herrick
- O You Who’ve gone on Pilgrimage by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- When I Go Alone At Night by Rabindranath Tagore
- O Beauty, Passing Beauty! poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Зинаида Александрова – Венок
- Ruined World by Michael Yuan
- In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Robert Burns: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous:
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).
