They freedom lovers, breeze waft those mighty wings,
Swiftly moving aloft in a “pulsar ‘pace!,
That view enraptured me, and my enchanted feelings,
How fortunate are they in gravitational ace,
And I your eager watcher, or felt a birder be,
They black, white and of brilliant gray color mixed,
What brain holds them, what imagination yours be;
To slip and drift from bough to boughs , assaying nectar or weed?
Some are diurnal, sparrows, some are owls, and of Nightjars,
And your varying gestures, teeth less swallowing,
What Surprisal nest you weave, to lay eggs to hide them in bar’s;
Or your eye in god gives them Becharmed warming.
Bird, your beauty never know our human dirge,
But we on Earth real know how fagged is yours.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Алексей Плещеев – Как солнце блещет ярко
- Hyperion. Book III poem – John Keats poems
- may each find the peace within by Raj Arumugam
- Oh, when I was in love with you poem – A. E. Housman
- To Charles Cowden Clarke poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Глазков – Покуда карты не раскрыты
- Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs by Wallace Stevens
- Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper by Robert Burns
- Юлиан Анисимов – Весенний дождь
- A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams
- Николай Гумилев – Орел Синдбада
- A Clear Midnight. by Walt Whitman
- When You Come by Maya Angelou
- Robert Burns: Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo :
- Medicine to my brain poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
