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
- Владимир Маяковский – Теоретики
- Song of the Open Road. by Walt Whitman
- If A Tree Could Wander by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Midnight poem – Amy Michelle Mosier poems | Poems and Poetry
- An English Breeze by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Омар Хайям – Не горюй, что забудется имя твое
- The Promise of Sleep poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- South Africa by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Заболоцкий – Оттепель
- Edmonton, thy cemetery by Stevie Smith
- Lodged by Robert Frost
- Virgin In A Tree by Sylvia Plath
- Not out of the running by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Robert Burns: Lady Onlie, Honest Lucky:
- Владимир Костров – Поэтессе
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).
