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
- Gift Of The Great – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Learning to Study – Hindrances to Study
- The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
- Slant by Stephen Dunn
- Ольга Берггольц – Какая тёмная зима
- A Passing Glimpse by Robert Frost
- Dedication From Moremi by Wole Soyinka
- The Proud Farmer by Vachel Lindsay
- Николай Карамзин – К Лиле
- Федор Сваровский – Пилот и Биби Хлотрос
- Алексей Толстой – Тебя так любят все
- The Light o’ the Moon by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Набоков – О, любовь, ты светла и крылата
- Life by Walter William Safar
- Валерий Брюсов – Гребцы триремы
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).
