And so your lips provoking me to sweat.
Your eyes that make the ones of others dirt.
And when you wet, it`s nothing I have met.
You make the rose with human feelings hurt.
But this`s not all; I have to tell your chest
That is, my dear, worth of an angel`s face.
What crazy man on it not wanting rest
Your rear be touched with more than earthly grace.
I`m sorry, bird, her voice makes yours too small.
The painter cries; her lines he cannot paint.
Who made you, woman, so entirely tall?
Oh, God! Who else can really this attain?
Who`s there to say you`re not divine? Tell me!
Your much amaze my human eyes, Lady!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Harbour by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Lady of Shalott | Best Love Poems
- Федор Сваровский – Насрулло и Курбон
- Николай Гумилев – Лиловый цветок
- The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Маяковский – По городам Союза
- Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies by Sylvia Plath
- Константин Бальмонт – Морская песня
- Ольга Берггольц – Стихи о ленинградских большевика
- Игорь Северянин – Синее
- The Last Bargain by Rabindranath Tagore
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- Владимир Бенедиктов – День и две ночи
- For the Bed at Kelmscott by William Morris
- On The Loss Of The “Royal George” by William Cowper
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).
