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For long have I wandered,
in search of a place I can call my own
For a peace unknown,
Where one day I could
Rest my bones and be still
in search of a place I can call my own
For a peace unknown,
Where one day I could
Rest my bones and be still
Still
Still
What could be my mother be
to yours? What kin is my father
to yours anyway? And how
did you and I meet ever?
But in love our hearts are as red
earth and pouring rain:
mingled
beyond parting.
(A. K. Ramanujan translation)
to yours? What kin is my father
to yours anyway? And how
did you and I meet ever?
But in love our hearts are as red
earth and pouring rain:
mingled
beyond parting.
(A. K. Ramanujan translation)
Sempulapeyaneerar - Wikiwand
Langston Hughes: “Harlem”
poetryfoundation.org
for i am a drifter,
an aimless wanderer, a rudderless boat,
a sculler who lost his oars
like a driftwood, wait for the river to take me places,
never aware whether am washed ashore or still floating,
like an oyster in a desert, wait for that odd rain drop
an aimless wanderer, a rudderless boat,
a sculler who lost his oars
like a driftwood, wait for the river to take me places,
never aware whether am washed ashore or still floating,
like an oyster in a desert, wait for that odd rain drop
driftwood
Atlantis by W H Auden - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry
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