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
- Нина Воронель – Дан приказ
- Death by Rainer Maria Rilke
- The Cottager To Her Infant by William Wordsworth
- Омар Хайям – Благородные люди, друг друга любя
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. William Michie: Schoolmaster of Cleish Parish, Fifeshire.
- Карина, ты моя любимая
- A Silent Song by Pamela Griffiths
- Private Property
- Robert Burns: The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie: An Unco Mournfu’ Tale
- Ольга Седакова – Госпожа и служанка
- Владимир Маяковский – О том, как у Керзона с обедом разрасталась аппетитов зона
- Flowers by Thomas Hood
- Николай Языков – Воспоминание
- The Haymakers Song
- Ask Me No More by Thomas Carew
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).
