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
- Presentiment poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Берггольц – Я тайно и горько ревную
- Ballade Of Blind Love poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Valhalla
- Half-waking by William Allingham
- Аля Кудряшева – В этом городе птичий полет шелестит быстролистыми кленами
- happiness.html
- On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations by Robert Frost
- The Bugler’s First Communion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Survivor by Primo Levi
- Владимир Британишский – Этот вечер
- A Great Time by William Henry Davies
- Омар Хайям – Ну, допустим, что будет тебе и почет
- nursery_rhyme_for_a_twenty_first_birthday.html
- Solitude at an Inn by Thomas Warton
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).
