They freedom lovers, breeze waft those mighty wings,
Swiftly moving aloft in a “pulsar ‘pace!,
That view enraptured me, and my enchanted feelings,
How fortunate are they in gravitational ace,
And I your eager watcher, or felt a birder be,
They black, white and of brilliant gray color mixed,
What brain holds them, what imagination yours be;
To slip and drift from bough to boughs , assaying nectar or weed?
Some are diurnal, sparrows, some are owls, and of Nightjars,
And your varying gestures, teeth less swallowing,
What Surprisal nest you weave, to lay eggs to hide them in bar’s;
Or your eye in god gives them Becharmed warming.
Bird, your beauty never know our human dirge,
But we on Earth real know how fagged is yours.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Adelina Patti
- All Things Can Tempt Me by William Butler Yeats
- A Supplication
- Валерий Брюсов – К Адалис
- Reading by William Marr
- The Passing Cloud by Rashmi Sreekumar
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- L’Allegro poem – John Milton poems
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- A Cure At Porlock poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- The White Road Up Athirt The Hill by William Barnes
- How Soon Hath Time poem – John Milton poems
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Есть много всяких мук – и много я их знаю)
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше офицера только рубить учили… (РОСТА №632)
- The Pleäce Our Own Ageän by William Barnes
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).
