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
- In a Disused Graveyard by Robert Frost
- Владимир Маяковский – Приказ по армии искусства
- By The Fates poem – Alfred Austin
- Quest for Thee by Vanessa Perkins
- The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствуют недели помощи по всей республике (Главполитпросвет №353)
- A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Языков – Валдайский узник
- Sappho To Her Girlfriends by Sappho
- The Woman Of His Dreams by Talha Jafri
- Владимир Набоков – Спроси у хрустальной луны
- Владимир Маяковский – Новогодние поздравления (РОСТА №704)
- Владимир Маяковский – Земля наша обильна
- Psalm 88 poem – John Milton poems
- Before Sleep poem – Ezra Pound 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).
