Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight,
Through powerful Light that Heavenly be;
And that one moment that I relived from my sinful drought,
That appealed for many longer years, than brightness ever probe.
Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse;
Of serene that borrows your vibe,
Blessed within me my ‘maker’; the ensuring ‘sacred rose’
Of love, that he my life can subscribe.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Годы в былом
- Валерий Брюсов – Грустный вечер
- Владислав Ходасевич – Ночь
- The Sea Took Pity poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Thought-Fox by Ted Hughes
- Альфред де Мюссе – Друзья мои! Когда умру я
- Robert Burns: Willie Brew’d A Peck O’ Maut:
- Владимир Британишский – Кипренский. Портрет С.С. Уварова 1816 год
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Miss Davies: On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.
- twinkletoes.html
- Ballade Made In The Hot Weather by William Ernest Henley
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ореланна
- Mother by Shahida Latif
- To The Unattainable Lament Of Mahomed Akram
- Иван Бунин – Ночного неба свод далекий
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).
