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
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Егорий, волчий пастырь
- Come O’er the Sea by Thomas Moore
- One Year by Sharon Olds
- The First Jasmines by Rabindranath Tagore
- Before, Behind, And Beyond poem – Alfred Austin
- The Gift by Rabindranath Tagore
- Good-by and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
- Two Lacquer Prints poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Мороз
- On Presenting to a Lady a White Rose and a Red on the Tenth of June by William Somervile
- I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, by Stephen Crane
- Karazah Karl
- Владимир Маяковский – Голос Красной площади
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- Half-waking by William Allingham
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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).
