I Shout Love
by Milton Acorn
I shout love in a blizzard’s
scarf of curling cold,
for my heart’s a furred sharp-toothed thing
that rushes out whimpering
when pain cries the sign writ on it.
I shout love into your pain
when skies crack and fall
like slivers of mirrors,
and rounded fingers, blued as a great rake,
pluck the balled yarn of your brain.
I shout love at petals peeled open
by stern nurse fusion-bomb sun,
terribly like an adhesive bandage,
for love and pain, love and pain
are companions in this age.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Autopsy by Russell Edson
- Владимир Высоцкий – Схвати судьбу за горло, словно посох
- a_poem.html
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-night the winds begin to rise poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Robert Burns: :
- Greengrocer by Robert McNamara
- Николай Заболоцкий – Старость
- In January by Ted Kooser
- Captain Hook by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Британишский – 1848 год в Зимнем дворце
- Sonnet V
- Ольга Берггольц – Вечерняя станция
- “The Girt Woak Tree That’s In the Dell” by William Barnes
- Казимир Лисовский – Река Енисей
- On King Arthur’s Round Table at Winchester by Thomas Warton
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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).
