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 Высоцкий – Дела
- Михаил Кузмин – Вот после ржавых львов и рева
- A Wink From Hesper by William Ernest Henley
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заколдованный месяц
- Whose beer is that? A Poem about Beer.
- Алексей Жемчужников – Себе
- God’s Grandeur poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Words You Said poem – Andrew Neil Maternick poems | Poems and Poetry
- Delinquency by Satish Verma
- The Revenge; A Ballad of the Fleet poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Vaishnavi Prakash by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Opifex by Thomas Edward Brown
- Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge by Robert Burns
- As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free. by Walt Whitman
- Complaint Prometheus
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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).
