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
- A Poet’s Eightieth Birthday poem – Alfred Austin
- Extemporaneous Effusion on being appointed to an Excise Division by Robert Burns
- Modern Nature poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Hyperion. Book III poem – John Keats poems
- Кондратий Рылеев – К N. N. (У вас в гостях бывать накладно)
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair:
- Владимир Британишский – Автопортрет Давида
- The Ballad Of The Foxhunter by William Butler Yeats
- The Mothering Blackness by Maya Angelou
- Ольга Седакова – То в теплом золоте, в широких переплетах
- Butterflies by Siegfried Sassoon
- On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time poem – John Keats poems
- Song by Robert Creeley
- Celia Beeding, To the Surgeon by Thomas Carew
- Untitled II by Yunus Emre
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).
