Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Бундур – Кулинар
- Eccentricity by Washington Allston
- Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare
- Medallion by Sylvia Plath
- Виталий Тунников – Бумеранг
- Владимир Гиляровский – Покаюсь
- Robert Burns: Lady Onlie, Honest Lucky:
- All Days Seem Same
- Cut by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet 18 poem – John Milton poems
- The Wish to be Generous by Wendell Berry
- Shrodon Feäir by William Barnes
- Sonnet CV by William Shakespeare
- Absence by Walter Savage Landor
- Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen) by William Cowper
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).
