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
- On the Birth of a Posthumous Child by Robert Burns
- Olney Hymn 60: Abuse Of The Gospel by William Cowper
- Николай Карамзин – Стихи на слова, заданные мне Хлoeю: миг, картина и дверь
- A Life Of Lorenzo Da Ponte:Talent Flies; Practical Reason Walks
- A Song Of Autumn
- Алексей Плещеев – Ноктюрн
- Николай Карамзин – Господину Дмитриеву на болезнь его (Болезнь есть часть живущих в мире)
- A Mysterious Naked Man
- Олег Бундур – Без меня
- One Day In Spring…. by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Наш паровоз, стрелой лети
- Out At Plough by William Barnes
- An Autumn-Blooming Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Маяковский – Дачный случай
- word of God by Raj Arumugam
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).
