O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Recoiling from you
In order to approach you
I discovered time
Approaching you
in order to recoil form you
I discovered my senses
Between approach and recoil
there is a stone the size of a dream
It does not approach
It does not recoil
You are my country
A stone is not what I am
therefor I do not like to face the sky
not do I die level with the ground
but I am a stranger, always a stranger
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Expostulation and Reply by William Wordsworth
- Lines For Winter by Mark Strand
- Владимир Высоцкий – Тоска немая гложет иногда
- Gift poem – Alice Notley
- Robert Burns: Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie:
- Some Say by Mark Miller
- Mrs Moon by Roger McGough
- The house where I was born (08) by Yves Bonnefoy
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не заманишь меня на эстрадный концерт
- By The Fates poem – Alfred Austin
- MOURNING by Satish Verma
- Meg Merrilies poem – John Keats poems
- Нина Воронель – Игарка
- Holy Day by Philip Levine
- A Lover To His Mistress by William Strode
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).
