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 Solitary by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Языков – Прощальная песня (В последний раз приволье жизни братской)
- Hot and Cold by Roald Dahl
- Владимир Солоухин – Волки
- A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Ольга Берггольц – О да, простые, бедные слова
- Николай Языков – Сомнение
- Николай Некрасов – Встреча душ
- In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- One More Awakening by Pawan Kumar
- Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be The Same by Robert Frost
- Doomes-Day: The Third Houre by William Alexander
- He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Evenèn Light by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Contented Wi’ Little And Cantie Wi’ Mair:
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).
