I like to let the word fly about
Not tied down to its meanings
Like a dog on a leash
And be walked on the beach.
But let it prance around, flip and turn
And perch on the tiniest branch
Of suspense and dream
In the balmy glow of a rainbow
Like a crazy cormorant
Caring not a fig for gravity.
I like to let the word
Make mouths of mockery
At those who take it to mean
Like sea and sea weed moth-green
I like to clutch them and scooping
Fling handfuls into the sky
And watch them rain
Poetry.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Луговской – Звезда (Я знаю ты любишь меня)
- 永遠
- The Judges Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- The Spring-Time, O The Spring–Time poem – Alfred Austin
- Dawn
- Владимир Степанов – Как живете? Что жуете?
- To A Young Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Among The Rice Fields
- Appease by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Джон Мильтон – Написано в дни, когда ожидался штурм Лондона
- Владимир Набоков – Осень
- Robert Burns: Bonie Peggy Alison:
- Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems | Poetry Monster
- Aliter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
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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).
