Bicycle Ride
by Pat Mullan
I sat on the cold handlebars
my thighs bone-tight to the metal
as you pushed me
Your breath spluttered
hot on my neck
like the engine in
your old Morris Minor
Up and up that brae
you pushed till you seemed
to stand still on the pedals
almost waiting to fall
Hailstones beat down
on my bare legs
till they were scourged red
but I don’t remember the pain
I only remember your strength
and your closeness.
We were never like that again.
End of the poem
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- Наум Коржавин – Нет! Так я просто не уйду во мглу
- Владимир Маяковский – Рассказ о Климе, купившем заем, и Прове, не подумавшем о счастье своем
- To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- Федор Сологуб – Вы не умеете целовать мою землю
- A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 by Walt Whitman
- Macer : A Character poem – Alexander Pope
- Thompson’s Lunch Room – Grand Central Station poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Зинаида Александрова – Давайте, девочки, купаться
- Nay Not To Night
- Владимир Маяковский – В 12 часов по ночам
- Robert Burns: Versicles On Sign-Posts :
- the secrets , we hide by tulip
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield by Phillis Wheatley
- Far Within Us #2 by Vasko Popa
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