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
- Umbrella by Mike Yuan
- The Memorial poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders
- Владимир Британишский – В пыльном, душном, купеческом
- earthfast.html
- Владимир Орлов – Что нельзя купить
- Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton :
- Ольга Седакова – Неужели, Мария, только рамы скрипят
- Анатолий Жигулин – Мне помнится рудник Бутугычаг
- Voltaire At Ferney by W H Auden
- Ghazal 119 by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Владимир Маяковский – Последний баронишко (Главполитпросвет №324)
- Иван Мятлев – Фонарики
- Василий Курочкин – Счастливец
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).
