I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway’s land and it carries me on travel’s road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night’s blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place—anew
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Keepen Up O’ Chris’mas by William Barnes
- Show me by Rixa White
- Ольга Высотская – Ежик
- Василий Тредиаковский – Видеть все женские лица
- A Point Of Honour poem – Alfred Austin
- Dedication by Rainer Maria Rilke
- A Woman Homer Sung by William Butler Yeats
- The Soul of the City Receives the Gift of the Holy Spirit by Vachel Lindsay
- At The Tomb Of Napoleon
- Makers And Creatures by Vernon Scannell
- To Him Who Ever Thought with Love of Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- CROSSING THE DEAF by Satish Verma
- Epistle to John Maxwell, Esq., of Terraughty by Robert Burns
- The Ever-Patient Woman poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Colors Passing Through Us by Marge Piercy
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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).
