I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Михаил Кузмин – Вы молчаливо-нежное дитя
- Владимир Маяковский – Разве у вас не чешутся обе лопатки
- Sunday Morning by Susan King Saunders
- Fragments
- Courtship by Mark Strand
- Владимир Высоцкий – Перед выездом в загранку заполняешь кучу бланков
- Love Sonnet XV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
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- The Heritage by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Корнилов – Иннокентий Анненский
- It Is Not A Word by Sara Teasdale
- Song—O let me in this ae night by Robert Burns
- Михаил Лермонтов – Юнкерская молитва
- Poet’s Corner poem – Alfred Austin
- I Call That True Love by Shel Silverstein
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).
