She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
She came home running
She came down creeping
here to the black arms waiting
now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face
She came down creeping
She came home blameless
black yet as Hagar’s daughter
tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face
She came home blameless
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня солдата на часах
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 26. Erin, Oh Erin. Томас Мур.
- To M C N
- Sweet Fire by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Johnny Rich by Will McKendree Carleton
- The Hedger by William Barnes
- Crossroads by Roger Hayes
- Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is by William Shakespeare
- Федор Сологуб – Знаю знанием последним
- A Three-Part Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Валерий Брюсов – К Адалис
- Gwain To Feäir by William Barnes
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- Hawk poem – Andrew Demcak poems | Poems and Poetry
- An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson’s History Of Sir Charles Grandison by William Cowper
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).
