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
- Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare
- que-sera-sera.html
- Your Dream
- Spring poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- World Below the Brine, The. by Walt Whitman
- 71 Ways For A Writer To Make Money
- Need by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
- Владимир Высоцкий – От скучных шабашей смертельно уставши
- Release by Marie Starr
- The Coming Of Winter poem – Alexander Pushkin
- As With A Senryu S Hardening Ridge
- Алексей Толстой – Пусть тот, чья честь не без укора
- Life Passing by Pawan Kumar
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- Алексей Толстой – В совести искал я долго обвиненья
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).
