more fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
you carry into town.
sand
you demand in return,
for the last
rose back at home
this evening also wants to be fed
out of the trickling hour.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Immaculacy by Satish Verma
- A Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Damon And Sylvia: Fragment
- Politics poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Глазков – Была зима
- Николай Языков – Пушкину (О ты, чья дружба мне дороже)
- Иннокентий Анненский – Идеал
- Robert Burns: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father
- Ольга Седакова – Путешествие волхвов
- Inexpensive Progress poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Hawthorn Tree by Willa Cather
- Duns Scotus’s Oxford poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Низами Гянджеви – Встань, виночерпий, не ленись
- drunkenness.html
- Владимир Маяковский – Notre-Dame
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).
