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
- Lover’s Gifts XLVII: The Road Is by Rabindranath Tagore
- I Have A Friend I Can Proudly Say by Miraj Patel
- Robert Burns: Saw Ye My Dear, My Philly:
- Василий Жуковский – Адельстан
- Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton :
- Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
- A Stone I died by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- After Long Silence by William Butler Yeats
- I have no complaint by Sappho
- Astrophel and Stella: XX by Sir Philip Sidney
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Vanity Fair by Sylvia Plath
- absent-mindedness; or I Dream of Spices by Raj Arumugam
- On a Portrait of a Deaf Man poem – John Betjeman poems
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Garden and Gardener. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
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).
