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
- Михаил Кузмин – Выздоравливающей
- Алексей Жемчужников – За днями ненастными с темными тучами
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- The Man In The Bowler Hat
- Miserimus
- Robert Burns: On A Swearing Coxcomb:
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Обновление
- A Warning To My Readers by Wendell Berry
- absent-mindedness; or I Dream of Spices by Raj Arumugam
- Нина Воронель – Аэродром
- Untitled XIX by Yunus Emre
- St Patrick’s Day by Michael McGovern
- Forgotten by Priya Prithviraj
- Mary’s Song by Sylvia Plath
- Юрий Коринец – Не кажется ли вам
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).
