I swim Unto high waves of imagination,So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;Drink of silence made infusion,That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;Ward of profound, born new sublime,A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;That wakes me from seven seas of prime.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Apparition by William Ernest Henley
- Ulster by Rudyard Kipling
- cell-mate.html
- Юнна Мориц – Мой подвал
- Юлия Жадовская – Заколдованное сердце
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands:
- What the Rattlesnake Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Immigranten by Ndue Ukaj
- zen: a very short history by Raj Arumugam
- Зинаида Александрова – Одуванчик
- The Snowman on the Moor by Sylvia Plath
- Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
- Ольга Берггольц – Лучший город
- Валерий Брюсов – Из песен Мальдуна
- White and Green poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
