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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
- September 1815 by William Wordsworth
- For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford
- The Bombardment poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Progress by Michael McGovern
- Meary-Ann’s Child by William Barnes
- Family Caregivers Have Promises to Keep
- The Fall of Rome by W. H. Auden
- Sculptor by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Бенедиктов – На гулянье
- The Gardener XXIV: Do Not Keep to Yourself by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet Of Motherhood VIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonet 43 by William Alexander
- Red Roses by Nithin Purple
- Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: Jessie’s illness
- Николай Гумилев – Юдифь
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).
