The lords above
by Michael Nikoletseas
He lifted his sward
in the shape of the tent
liquid light weighing
pressing forward
the danse below
numbed the sinews
the gates of tranquility
unlatched
pause
the dance below
eternal
repeated
he lifted his sward again
the lords above knew
but not of the dance below
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Степан Щипачев – День
- Sonnet LXIII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are poem – John Keats poems
- The Uses of the Eye by Paul Blackburn
- Валерий Брюсов – Последнее желанье
- Come From The Daisied Meadows by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот по борьбе с голодом отчет (Главполитпросвет №320)
- Golden Eyes
- mother.html
- Book Ninth [Residence in France] by William Wordsworth
- Валерий Брюсов – Инкогнито
- Passion Of My Heart by Stevens Cadet
- Ode 1957: An intellectual by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищи, близятся ужасы зимы… (РОСТА №270)
- Юлия Друнина – Девчонка – что надо!
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).
