O little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
property of death.
Curve a face
that there may be speech, of earth,
of ardor, of
things with eyes, even
here, where you read me blind,
even
here,
where you
refute me,
to the letter.
End of the poem
15 random poems
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- Woman In Front Of Poster Of Herself poem – Alice Notley
- A Question Answered poem – Alfred Austin
- Олег Чупров – Подушка
- I have been tricked by flying too close by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Before the white chrysanthemum by Yosa Buson
- Владимир Корнилов – Сызнова
- A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Огненная жертва
- Sonnet CLI by William Shakespeare
- Listen To The Mustn’ts by Shel Silverstein
- Her smile by Vladimir Marku
- The First Part: Sonnet 10 – Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine by William Drummond
- Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Think No More, Lad poem – A. E. Housman
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).
