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
- Poem by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- The Fifth Ode Of Horace. Lib. I poem – John Milton poems
- Night Light by Satish Verma
- A Dialogue At Fiesole poem – Alfred Austin
- Night by Ruth Padel
- The Pike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Седакова – Вениамин
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Улетевшим мечтам
- Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders
- Survivors by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Британишский – Еретик
- Evening Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
- THE WARS by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
- To A Sad Daughter by Michael Ondaatje
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).
