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
- Robert Burns: My Nanie, O:
- My Own Heart Let Me Have More Have Pity On; Let poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Bard by Thomas Gray
- Rock ‘N’ Roll Band by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Маяковский – Смыкай ряды
- Written Before Re-Reading King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- A Poet’s Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter by Robert Burns
- The Eve of Saint Agnes by Malcolm Massiah
- The Last Wolf by Mary TallMountain
- Full Moon by Walter de la Mare
- From The Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
- София Парнок – Газэлы
- Витя, Витенка, Витюша
- A Thunderstorm In Town by Thomas Hardy
- Green Notes by Mrunmayi Mandan
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).
