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
- Rise, O Days. by Walt Whitman
- Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 4 by Robert Burns
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Орест (перевод)
- Paradise Lost: Book 04 poem – John Milton poems
- My Mother by Mahmoud Darwish
- Омар Хайям – Когда ветер у розы подол разорвет
- Низами Гянджеви – Мне ночь не в ночь, мне в ночь невмочь
- Monument by Satish Verma
- The Broken Men by Rudyard Kipling
- Ballades II – Of The Book-Hunter poem – Andrew Lang poems
- I turn my head by Vladimir Marku
- King Stephen poem – John Keats poems
- Гавриил Державин – Философы, пьяный и трезвый
- Владимир Маяковский – Студенту пролетарию
- Ольга Седакова – Две книги я несу
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).
