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
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo:
- Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch by Robert Burns
- Dinner Date by P.J.Reed
- Robert Burns: Despondency: An Ode:
- November by William Cullen Bryant
- A Reminiscence poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Will the SEZ Act Boost Exports?
- Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford poem – John Keats poems
- Ярослав Смеляков – В защиту домино
- Transcended Land Of Love by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Ask Me by William Stafford
- Валерий Брюсов – Последнее желанье
- The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
- Astrophel and Stella: III by Sir Philip Sidney
- The Burial by Rudyard Kipling
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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).
