O Homeland! O Eagle,
Plunging, through the bars of my cell,
Your fiery beak in my eyes!
All I possess in the presence of death
Is pride and fury.
I have willed that my heart be planted as a tree,
That my forehead become an abode for skylarks.
O eagle,
I am unworthy of your lofty wing,
I prefer a crown of flame.
O homeland!
We were born and raised in your wound,
And ate the fruit of your trees,
To witness the birth of your daybreak.
O eagle unjustly languishing in chains,
O legendary death which once was sought,
Your fiery beak is still plunged in my eye.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Вергилий – Георгики
- Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake
- Olney Hymn 30: The Light And Glory Of The Word by William Cowper
- Иван Бунин – Ночлег
- In the Old Age of the Soul poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Где-то
- Blighters by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Nomad039s Vision Ode To A Skylark Dressed In Black
- Respect her by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Вера Полозкова – Мало ли кто
- Как просто было в юности
- Song—The Fall of the Leaf by Robert Burns
- Олег Сердобольский – Алмазная снежинка
- Haiku: The Bluebird and the Sky by Monty Gilmer
- Олег Бундур – Наши неприятности
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).
