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
- After by William Ernest Henley
- A Jewish Cemetery In Germany by Yehuda Amichai
- human_joys.html
- Savantism. by Walt Whitman
- Ode on the Departed Regency Bill by Robert Burns
- By The Fire-Side by Robert Browning
- Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States. by Walt Whitman
- Elegy by Siegfried Sassoon
- Psalm 86 poem – John Milton poems
- Ольга Берггольц – В ложе Цимлянского моря
- The Mermaid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Robert Burns: Auld Lang Syne:
- Happiness by Wilfred Owen
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
- Как прекрасны все цветы
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).
