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Your face smells a piece of art
And my blithe mountain
Needs to present it artistically
With all features of your jointed beauty.
Your face is printable
Not with technical composition
Not on capricious papers
But I have to draw your face.
Calling our intimacy
My body prefers to use
My impetuous tongue
In lieu of what they call pencil.
After this work
Your picture will summarize
All the questions of life
Even if my saliva will cover it.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- New Year On Dartmoor by Sylvia Plath
- Tenuous And Precarious by Stevie Smith
- These Are The Clouds by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet CXXXI by William Shakespeare
- Василий Казин – Письмо
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
- A Riddle: On A Kiss by William Strode
- Ballades II – Of The Book-Hunter poem – Andrew Lang poems
- In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen by William Butler Yeats
- The Song of Seven Cities by Rudyard Kipling
- Why the Young Men Are So Ugly by Tony Hoagland
- Олег Бундур – Дождь
- Николай Языков – Дом сумасшедших в Дерпте
- Федор Сологуб – Святых имен твоих не знаю
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
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).
