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
- The World is with Me by Thomas Hood
- A Message from my Lodge at Wangchuan to Pei Di by Wang Wei
- Eclogue V by Virgil
- Honor Among Scamps by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet 10
- Sonnet 11 poem – John Milton poems
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Смерть коня-пахаря
- Алексей Толстой – Стасюлевич и Маркевич
- English Poetry. Katharine Tynan. A Woman Commends Her Little Son. Кэтрин Тайнен.
- The Window
- Song to the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell
- Sonnet 17 poem – John Milton poems
- Late, Late, So Late poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Requiem for Two by Vinko Kalinić
- To Sea by Martin Zakovski
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).
