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Your face smells a piece of art
And my blithe mountain
Needs to present it artistically
With all features of your jointed beauty.
Your face is printable
Not with technical composition
Not on capricious papers
But I have to draw your face.
Calling our intimacy
My body prefers to use
My impetuous tongue
In lieu of what they call pencil.
After this work
Your picture will summarize
All the questions of life
Even if my saliva will cover it.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Meary-Ann’s Child by William Barnes
- Le Verbe Etre poem – Andre Breton poems
- A Winter Ship by Sylvia Plath
- “I Sometimes Think” by Thomas Hardy
- In Honour of the City of London by William Dunbar
- The Shadowy Waters: The Harp of Aengus by William Butler Yeats
- mark.html
- We’re Late by W H Auden
- Lady Anne Bothwell’s Lament poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Thee, God, I Come from poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Storm by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, товарищ! Если ты пришел на Сухаревку… (РОСТА №262)
- The moon at noon by Tom Mukasa
- Николай Заболоцкий – Небесная Севилья
- Николай Некрасов – Вчера, сегодня
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).
