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
- Николай Гумилев – Неоромантическая сказка
- The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Высоцкий – Смотрины
- Владимир Британишский – Багульник, ельник, изволоки, взгорья
- “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Song to the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell
- Berck-Plage by Sylvia Plath
- The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
- Illusions by Mark R Slaughter
- Aplogize
- The Scythians poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Алишер Навои – О сердце, столько на земле
- The Old Maid by Sara Teasdale
- The Old Poet poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Нас потеснили… (РОСТА №337)
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).
