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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
- A Dialogue At Fiesole poem – Alfred Austin
- Coming to Terms by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Альфред де Мюссе – Ива (Как придется мне покинуть свет)
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о сумасшедшем доме
- market_square.html
- Playing With Big Numbers
- The Hawk and the Babe poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Holy Day by Philip Levine
- Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath
- The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Coal-Truck by T. Wignesan
- PROGNOSIS by Satish Verma
- Among the Multitude. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad Third – John Bushby’s Lamentation.
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).
