Horses’ neighing at the slope. Downward or upward.
I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die.
She says: Is there a wall to hang it on?
I say: We’ll build a room for it. Where? In any house.
Horses’ neighing at the slope. Downward or upward.
Does a thirty-year-old woman need a homeland where she might make a life?
Can I reach the summit of this rugged mountain? The slope is either an abyss
or a place of siege.
Midway it divides. It’s a journey. Martyrs kill one another.
I prepare my portrait for my woman. When a new horse neighs in you, tear it up.
Horses’ neighing at the slope. Upward, or upward.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Я болею
- The Pigeons Fly by Mahmoud Darwish
- Алишер Навои – Над головой моею осенних дней листопад
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 13 из 15
- To The Royal Society
- Омар Хайям – День прошел, и о нем позабудь поскорей
- From Behind The Lattice
- The Woman in the Ordinary by Marge Piercy
- What Peace Is Like
- Владимир Маяковский – Нас шахтер углем поздравит… (РОСТА)
- A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies
- The Love Child by William Barnes
- Владимир Степанов – Суворовец
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- The Winged Mariners
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).
