on a summer afternoon
i take my little allen
far to a field near the forest
of some cheerful cherry trees
where he could jump wildly
on ever-naked soil
finger the freshness of fruit
and smell the scarlet of nature
letting the wanton wind
blow hard and straight
through his limbs and senses
long numbed in the city pen
by the heavy grey of cement
it is really fun, dad
and the cherries are so delicious
yes, but the trees are hard to grow, son
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Benlomond by Thomas Campbell
- Prison Souvenirs, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: Prière by T. Wignesan.
- Robert Burns: Inscription For An Altar Of Independence: At Kerroughtree, the Seat of Mr. Heron.
- At Malvern by William Lisle Bowles
- A Farmhouse Dirge poem – Alfred Austin
- Олег Сердобольский – Задумал слово я такое
- Владимир Маяковский – Врангель прет… (РОСТА №363)
- I’ve Lived To See Desire Vanish poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Elm by Sylvia Plath
- By Callimachus by William Cowper
- Back Home by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- houses.html
- Владимир Британишский – Никитенко
- Gray Eyes by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Набоков – Кинематораф
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).
