A jeering sun once rose
And all she knew
Flower of her dream never grew
But in home of her own was a growing rose
That brought her smile and joy with hope
Eighth of months third day of week
Stress of delivery so she was weak
After I was born, like hen and her chick
My first seen elevated highest, her merriness than mountains’ peak
Though in that moment of abating pains
Her brightest heart was a sun shine on flowery plains
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: The Ordination : For sense they little owe to frugal Heav’n- To please the mob, they hide the little giv’n.
- St. Francis of Assisi by Vachel Lindsay
- Омар Хайям – О доколе ты по свету будешь кружить
- Ольга Высотская – Обидчивая кукушка
- Constancy To An Ideal Object by Samuel Coleridge
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- The Instructor by Rudyard Kipling
- The First Part: Sonnet 10 – Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine by William Drummond
- Hymn To Adversity by Thomas Gray
- Resurgam
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
- In Westminster Abbey poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:
- Шекспир – Ты утоляешь мой голодный взор – Сонет 75
- Christmas Trees by Robert Frost
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).
