A jeering sun once rose
And all she knew
Flower of her dream never grew
But in home of her own was a growing rose
That brought her smile and joy with hope
Eighth of months third day of week
Stress of delivery so she was weak
After I was born, like hen and her chick
My first seen elevated highest, her merriness than mountains’ peak
Though in that moment of abating pains
Her brightest heart was a sun shine on flowery plains
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Солоухин – Утро
- Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope
- Paradise Lost: Book 01 poem – John Milton poems
- The Moralists by Yvor Winters
- Fault by Sara Teasdale
- To a Virtuous Young Lady poem – John Milton poems
- Feelings of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’Enghien by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Британишский – По-польски вместо слова “светлячок”
- A Pretty Woman by Robert Browning
- everything is a lie by tulip
- Public Waste by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Война окончена… (РОСТА №898)
- Love’s Divinest Power by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нараспашку, при любой погоде
- The Fish by William Butler Yeats
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).
