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
- Green Notes by Mrunmayi Mandan
- Владимир Высоцкий – Слева бесы, справа бесы
- Song—Beware o’ Bonie Ann by Robert Burns
- The Burning Crusade by Memphis Knight
- King And No King by William Butler Yeats
- Ballade Of The Midnight Forest poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Belly Good by Marge Piercy
- Do You Remember Once
- The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc
- Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Danse Macabre by Sylvia Plath
- The Praise Of Pindar In Imitation Of Horace His Second Ode Book 4
- Владимир Степанов – Что мы Родиной зовём
- A man feared that he might find an assassin by Stephen Crane
- The Alfresco Moment by Russell Edson
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).
