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
- Константин Батюшков – На поэмы Петру Великому
- The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
- Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling
- The Wold Wall by William Barnes
- V: Some Verses: To The Author Parthenius by William Alexander
- La Nuit Blanche by Rudyard Kipling
- The Great War by Vernon Scannell
- Psalm 81 poem – John Milton poems
- Paula Becker To Clara Westhoff
- The Settle An’ The Girt Wood Vire by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B.
- Robert Burns: A Bard’s Epitaph:
- Mowgli’s Song Against People by Rudyard Kipling
- My Views of Man by Ronald G. Auguste
- After A Journey by Thomas Hardy
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).
