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
- Ballade Of Sleep poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Пленный лев
- Оливер Голдсмит – Оленья туша
- Apollo And The Graces poem – John Keats poems
- The Last of the Light Brigade by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Бездна
- A Death Song by William Morris
- Miracles. by Walt Whitman
- the_christening.html
- The Harvest Bow by Seamus Heaney
- Ольга Седакова – Преданья о подвижниках похожи
- Passion Of My Heart by Stevens Cadet
- Dirge by William Shakespeare
- This Morning by Raymond Carver
- Владимир Британишский – Наш учитель истории
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).
