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
- I Stood With the Dead by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Маяковский – Вперед, комсомольцы
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- Владимир Высоцкий – Студенческая песня
- Вера Павлова – Праздник после праздника
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Beginners. by Walt Whitman
- Woman by Manmohan Acharya
- Омар Хайям – Бог есть, и всё есть Бог
- Paul’s Wife by Robert Frost
- The First Part: Sonnet 10 – Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine by William Drummond
- An All-Night Sea Fight by William Topaz McGonagall
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow by Robert Duncan
- From The North by Sara Teasdale
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).
