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
- Gipsies by William Wordsworth
- Oh Life I Have Taken You For My Lover
- Владимир Высоцкий – Студенческая песня
- Степан Щипачев – Опять тревожно, больно сердцу стало
- Labels
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихотворение о проданной телятине
- The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Все на фронт добровольцами! Пока… (РОСТА)
- Happiness by Wilfred Owen
- Владимир Степанов – Неваляшка (Буква Н)
- Юлия Друнина – Два вечера
- Владимир Маяковский – Детский театр из собственной квартирки
- Behind a Wall poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ballade Made In The Hot Weather by William Ernest Henley
- Sonnet XV. On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
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).
