His eyes did rest upon Julia’s breast
as she spoke or questioned or sighed,
until she shaved her head one day
to spite his wandering eye;
now when she speaks or quests or sighs
his eyes rest on her barren brow,
on the memory of her hairline
and the fate that awaits him now.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On the Death Of His Daughter by Phillis Wheatley
- To Any Dead Officer by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: What Can A Young Lassie Do Wi’ An Auld Man:
- A Jewish Cemetery In Germany by Yehuda Amichai
- In a Subway Station by Sara Teasdale
- The Colossus by Sylvia Plath
- The Wayfarer by Sara Teasdale
- Юрий Коринец – Тишина
- Two Songs
- Ольга Седакова – Стансы третьи (Вино и плавание)
- Robert Burns: My Wife’s A Winsome Wee Thing:
- Алексей Плещеев – Она и он
- Николай Заболоцкий – Человек в воде
- The Net by Sara Teasdale
- Come, Here Is Adieu To The City by Robert Louis Stevenson
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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).
