As if on us there was a call
The path we took only heard us at all
Preparing joyfully lined up to foul
Singing uncontrollably we matched but fall
Only the groove steep side of a dreadful-like mountain
Promises us a true good fate, the fruitful pain
None isn’t written, even beyond the brain
So we never made, the sea flows the deepest fountain
End of the poem
15 random poems
- An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot
- Sonnet 10 poem – John Milton poems
- Lament for the Makers by William Dunbar
- Джон Мильтон – Написано в дни, когда ожидался штурм Лондона
- Kinu Goala’s Alley – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Переселение
- The Tent poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Statistic by Shivam Pandya
- The Beginning of the End by Rixa White
- A Goddess by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Жан де Лафонтен – Кошка, превращенная в женщину
- Secrets of Academic Success: Passion
- Robert Burns: I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain:
- Wind on the Hill by A. A. Milne
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).
