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
- Bonie Jean: A Ballad by Robert Burns
- Clouds by Philip Levine
- Loitering with a Vacant Eye poem – A. E. Housman
- Little Flute by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Meäd In June by William Barnes
- Suicide Off Egg Rock by Sylvia Plath
- Юнна Мориц – За невлюбленными людьми
- Words Unspoken by Mark Olynyk
- A Tale of Starvation poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Flutter by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Аля Кудряшева – По дому бегает Марфа
- An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote by William Cowper
- Anticipation, October 1803 by William Wordsworth
- Олег Бундур – Кто делает весну?
- Executive poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
