Can I conpare with you, The Mighty One?
No! Not even in dreams I have that luck!
I am a spark; you are no doubt the sun;
I have to say when sadly roses I pluck.
And in my mind I surely search with care
And find these words ashamed for lack of more:
Who made your heart, your soul, your mind, and where?
I say it loud until my throat is sore.
I read, and read; yes, read for many years
Thought I had seen it all to my eyes` core.
Then I discovered you and said with tears,
“Forgive my talents poor, Immortal Door!
Here Shakespeare comes, and Dante and Milton cry.
Some tears from William Blake; He`s not that high.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Stretch Mark Cream – How Creams Help Remove Stretch Marks
- Phallus
- Николай Гумилев – Канцона (Лучшая музыка в мире)
- Prospect by Sylvia Plath
- A Dream Of Death by William Butler Yeats
- English Poetry. Mark Akenside. The Pleasures of Imagination. Марк Эйкенсайд.
- Dawn by Rupert Brooke
- A Party Of Lovers poem – John Keats poems
- A Woman Unconscious by Ted Hughes
- On A Bath, By Plato by William Cowper
- Sixteen Dead Men by William Butler Yeats
- Казалось, осталось недолго
- Wold Friends A-Met by William Barnes
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем жемчуг-роса в траве
- Николай Заболоцкий – Поэт
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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).
