Poems about Poetry
THE HOLY TREE
by kapardeli eftichia
In the hands a branches
of olive I keep with
friendship of sun
medal resembles
in this landscape
in the calcined body
the ground, from root golden vein,
under the earth
secretively
a old olive
more deeply it roots
and all grows tall
in plains in slots rocks
in precipices and sides
in airs it stays up
and endures
“Molecules oils” it sprouted
there that goddess
Athina struck
with the spear a skin of ground
kotinos -kallistefanos –
for the Winner
with flower of olive
with flower of soul
Dense hugs
fruit
oil for the light awake
the saints the lamp
the golden spirit
holy harvest
In unquenched time
flow of the sacred tree
awakened immortal
helium touch
the cast shoot
the trunk,
Cyclic in nature
the same root
the bare hands
where the centuries blend
zygiazo light
the sacred heart
kapardeli eftichia
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kapardeli eftichia
A few random poems:
- night_piece.html
- Faith by John Oxenham
- Crazy Jane On The Mountain by William Butler Yeats
- Doors Of The Temple poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Михаил Лермонтов – Блистая, пробегают облака
- Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep by William Shakespeare
- Desesperanto by Marilyn Hacker
- Drunkenness
- Up The Line by Will McKendree Carleton
- Across Kansas by William Stafford
- Вера Звягинцева – Качаешься в гробу стеклянном
- Meg Merrilies poem – John Keats poems
- The Day Of Wrath / Dies Iræ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom’d thorn by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Столп
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare
- The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
