Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight,
Through powerful Light that Heavenly be;
And that one moment that I relived from my sinful drought,
That appealed for many longer years, than brightness ever probe.
Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse;
Of serene that borrows your vibe,
Blessed within me my ‘maker’; the ensuring ‘sacred rose’
Of love, that he my life can subscribe.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- traveling.html
- Ольга Берггольц – К сердцу Родины руку тянет
- Robert Burns: The Rights Of Woman: An Occasional Address. Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792.
- A Man Young And Old: I. First Love by William Butler Yeats
- The Tombstone-Maker by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Корнилов – Двое
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- Николай Языков – Родина
- Points And Lines
- Tablet
- Swift’s Epitaph by William Butler Yeats
- Astigmatism poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Tho’ Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part:
- Ballade Of The Bookworm poem – Andrew Lang 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).