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
- Reconciliation by William Butler Yeats
- Love Sonnet XXXV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
- Lovers since Eternity by Preeth Nambiar
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
- The Unseen by Sara Teasdale
- The Song of the Cities by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. William Michie: Schoolmaster of Cleish Parish, Fifeshire.
- Ольга Седакова – Филемон и Бавкида
- Шекспир – Я лью потоки горьких слез – Сонет 44
- Алексей Толстой – Смеркалось, жаркий день бледнел неуловимо
- Doomes-Day: The Third Houre by William Alexander
- Ten Years After by Graham Rowlands
- a_dialogue.html
- Thou Reader. by Walt Whitman
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).
