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
- A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books by Robert Frost
- Robert Burns: Epistle From Esopus To Maria :
- Absence poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – О, растенья-пустынники дюнных песков
- How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Языков – П. Н. Шепелеву (Ты мой приятель задушевной)
- Joy of giving by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Clear, with Light, Variable Winds poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare
- Grow Up: Time to Give Up Your YA Books
- Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter
- Song Of Taj Mahomed
- Psyche by Samuel Coleridge
- The Tree poem – Ezra Pound poems
- A Letter to a Live Poet by Rupert Brooke
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).
