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
- They Thought Her Crazy by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Andrew Lang – Andrew Lang Poems
- Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare
- about emptiness… by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- The Speed Of Light by W. S. Merwin
- Untitled by Quincy Troupe
- Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher by Robert Burns
- Orlando Furioso Canto 8 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 03 by Torquato Tasso
- Two Years Later by William Butler Yeats
- Conscripts by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
- Love Sonnet XXVIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Федор Сологуб – Терцинами писать как будто очень трудно
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).
