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
- Sonnet CXXXIX by William Shakespeare
- Hymn To Apollo poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Маяковский – В Европе кризис (РОСТА №869)
- Владимир Корнилов – Слепец
- A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral by William Wordsworth
- Mutability by William Wordsworth
- Balmoral Castle by William Topaz McGonagall
- Огюст Барбье – Ни кротостью, ни негой ясной
- Spring Thing by Paul Blackburn
- In May by William Henry Davies
- Альфред Теннисон – Morte d’Arthur
- Владимир Костров – То в ночи она вспыхнет, как спичка
- Ay, workman, make me a dream, by Stephen Crane
- An Extempore poem – John Keats poems
- I am a sculptor, a molder of form by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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).
