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
- Ode 1957: An intellectual by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Огюст Барбье – Любовь к песням
- The Bear, The Fire, And The Snow by Shel Silverstein
- Fairyland by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Заболоцкий – Новый быт
- Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand
- The Old Cumberland Beggar by William Wordsworth
- A Child’s Prayer by Siegfried Sassoon
- Peddler Road Flyover by Vinita Agrawal
- Hellcat
- Putin, Our Savior and Dear Friend
- Stand-To: Good Friday Morning by Siegfried Sassoon
- Константин Бальмонт – На дальнем полюсе
- Ashes of Soldiers. by Walt Whitman
- Heal Your Broken Heart With Heart Touching Poems
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).
