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
- My Heritage
- Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare
- The Mocking Fairy by Walter de la Mare
- Small Song poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Корнилов – Пишущая машинка
- The Wife Of Usher’s Well poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Teachers Day special
- The Thraldom
- This by Ralph Angel
- Вера Звягинцева – Не пастушка и не Психея
- Lets go by Vinko Kalinić
- Владимир Маяковский – Что делать, чтоб сытому быть?.. (РОСТА №219)
- Владимир Маяковский – Журнал “Крысодав”
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Dream by W H Auden
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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).
