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
- Mad Day In March by Philip Levine
- A Reply by Wang Wei
- Fear by Vinko Kalinić
- A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: The Highland Balou:
- Robert Burns: Blythe Was She:
- Darkness
- Ruth by Thomas Hood
- Ольга Высотская – Первые заморозки
- Fatima | Best Love Poems
- Алишер Навои – Не в камфарной ли одежде этот кипарис прямой
- The Eviction by William Allingham
- Николай Глазков – Поэзия! Ты не потерпишь фальши
- Константин Бальмонт – Цветок
- Wake Oslo up again by Philo Ikonya
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).
