each time i pare my nail
i feel deeply grateful
for its unselfish readiness
to die in my stead
sparing me the keen sense
of the unbearable pain of growth
out of those parts of me
always younger
more romantic
and much more memorable
spread randomly
like unnoticeable seeds
sown in the spring soil
End of the poem
15 random poems
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
- A Cross-Road Epitaph poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Silence by Thomas Hood
- Sonnet To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- Insomniac by Maya Angelou
- He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
- Алексей Плещеев – Весна
- Amnesiac by Sylvia Plath
- Вера Павлова – Память, дырявый мешок
- March Evening poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Зинаида Александрова – Новые ясли
- “Hedge, that divides the lovely” by Torquato Tasso
- My first seen by Osman cisse Hanif
- The Jester by Rudyard Kipling
- Как Муромец Илья когда-то
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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).
