O little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
property of death.
Curve a face
that there may be speech, of earth,
of ardor, of
things with eyes, even
here, where you read me blind,
even
here,
where you
refute me,
to the letter.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sonnet CXI by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Маяковский – Домой
- The Art of Cake Decorating – A Beginners Recommendation For Cake Decorating Books
- Factors Affecting the Labor Market – Determination of Wages and The Activities of Trade Unions
- Day’s Rain Is Done poem – Alexander Pushkin
- On The Morning Of Christs Nativity poem – John Milton poems
- NIGHT RAID by Satish Verma
- Шекспир – Весну не перельешь в хрусталь – Сонет 6
- St Ives by Roald Dahl
- Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Miss Davies: On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.
- Николай Карамзин – Прости
- Такахама Кёси – Кончик трости моей
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- Politics 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).
