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
- golden_eangle.html
- Владимир Британишский – А весна наступает все же
- Book Eighth: Retrospect–Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man by William Wordsworth
- Николай Заболоцкий – Народный дом
- Couplet 11 poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Костров – Видение на озере
- He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
- Elegy to the Old Man Hokuju by Yosa Buson
- The Woods At Night by May Swenson
- Олег Бундур – У кромки моря
- Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare
- To Don Quixote, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s A Don Quichotte by T. Wignesan.
- The Burial by Rudyard Kipling
- On The Plethora Of Dryads by Sylvia Plath
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).
