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
- Ольга Берггольц – Синеглазый мальчик, синеглазый
- Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle by William Wordsworth
- Getting There by Sylvia Plath
- It Is Not A Word by Sara Teasdale
- Not Here by Rumi
- What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman
- Алексей Жемчужников – Зимнее чувство
- Robert Burns: On Tam The Chapman:
- Георгий Иванов – Теплятся жаркие свечи
- Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth
- brownie.html
- Федор Сологуб – Так же внятен мне, как прежде
- A Hundred Years Hence by Rabindranath Tagore
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Хлоя
- Олег Бундур – Ближе к снегу
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).
