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
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- What the Captain Said at the Point-to-Point by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Goldsmith by Siegfried Sassoon
- High Talk by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N: On her Principles of Liberty and Equality.
- Choriambics — I by Rupert Brooke
- Farewell To Spring poem – Alfred Austin
- A March Minstrel poem – Alfred Austin
- Dawn by Yosa Buson
- The Cactus
- Шекспир – Мне показалось, что была зима – Сонет 97
- If You Ask Me by Miraj Patel
- The Babysitters by Sylvia Plath
- Where fair Sabrina’s wand’ring currents flow by William Somervile
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).
