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
- What time are we living in by T. Wignesan
- The Heart That Is Pining by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S. by William Cowper
- Федор Сологуб – Знаю знанием последним
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Омар Хайям – Бог есть, и всё есть Бог
- Федор Сологуб – В моих мечтах такое постоянство
- Since There Is No Escape by Sara Teasdale
- Devotion by Robert Frost
- Orlando Furioso Canto 3 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Вера Павлова – Отпала от пола
- Statistic by Shivam Pandya
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- It Is March by W. S. Merwin
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).
