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
- To A Cloud by William Cullen Bryant
- Юрий Галансков – Человеческий манифест
- Christmas Trees by Robert Frost
- Peddler Road Flyover by Vinita Agrawal
- Robert Burns: My Collier Laddie:
- On Mr. Milton’s Paradise Lost poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Aisne
- Игорь Северянин – Синее
- Untitled III by Yunus Emre
- Федор Сваровский – Простая история
- Howard Stern’s Wine
- The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Василий Жуковский – К Перовскому (Счастливец, ею ты любим)
- Юнна Мориц – Осень
- Sonnet 06
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).
