The line
that remained, that
became true: . . . your
house in Paris — become
the alterpiece of your hands.
Breathed through thrice,
shone through thrice.
……………….
It’s turning dumb, turning deaf
behind our eyes.
I see the poison flower
in all manner of words and shapes.
Go. Come.
Love blots out its name: to
you it ascribes itself.
Tr. Michael Hamburger
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Британишский – Дороги
- Endymion: Book IV poem – John Keats poems
- Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Garden By The Bridge
- Song—Farewell to the Highlands by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Second-Election Day
- Picture of Daniel in the Lion’s Den at Hamilton Palace by William Wordsworth
- My Winter Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- First Light
- Юлия Друнина – Веет чем-то родным и древним
- Eclogue:–The ‘Lotments by William Barnes
- Федор Сологуб – В иных веках, в иной отчизне
- The Happy Warrior by William Wordsworth
- O You Whom I Often and Silently Come. by Walt Whitman
- Омар Хайям – Бросать не стоит в будущее взгляд
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).
