They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah . . . Don’t leave
The palm of my hand without the sun
Because the trees recognize me
Don’t leave me pale like the moon!
All the birds that followed my palm
To the door of the distant airport
All the wheatfields
All the prisons
All the white tombstones
All the barbed Boundaries
All the waving handkerchiefs
All the eyes
were with me,
But they dropped them from my passport
Stripped of my name and identity?
On soil I nourished with my own hands?
Today Job cried out
Filling the sky:
Don’t make and example of me again!
Oh, gentlemen, Prophets,
Don’t ask the trees for their names
Don’t ask the valleys who their mother is
>From my forehead bursts the sward of light
And from my hand springs the water of the river
All the hearts of the people are my identity
So take away my passport!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – О нашей встрече
- Владимир Высоцкий – Набросок песни к к/ф “Вооружён и очень опасен”
- Robert Burns: Scots’ Prologue For Mr. Sutherland: On his Benefit-Night, at the Theatre, Dumfries.
- Владимир Маяковский – Два опиума
- XIII: Some Verses: On A Report On The Death Of The Author by William Alexander
- Butterflies by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: My Peggy’s Charms:
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени 7
- Memory by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Заболоцкий – На лестницах
- If Old Men Fought by Mac McGovern
- Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
- Half-Ballad of Waterval by Rudyard Kipling
- For what’s worth breathing by Rixa White
- Яков Полонский – Н. А. Грибоедова
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).
