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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
- Lines On The Mermaid Tavern poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Green Grow The Rashes: A Fragment
- Федор Тютчев – К Нисе
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, уралец! Без помощи твоего рудника не победить разруху никак (Агитплакаты)
- These Green-Going-to-Yellow by Marvin Bell
- Epistle to a Young Friend by Robert Burns
- In Uncertainty To A Lady
- I Know A Man by Yehuda Amichai
- An Epithalamium by Sappho
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Талисман
- Public Waste by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Home.:
- Nay Not To Night
- Ольга Берггольц – Порука
- Irish Love Song by Margaret Widdemer
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).
