on a summer afternoon
i take my little allen
far to a field near the forest
of some cheerful cherry trees
where he could jump wildly
on ever-naked soil
finger the freshness of fruit
and smell the scarlet of nature
letting the wanton wind
blow hard and straight
through his limbs and senses
long numbed in the city pen
by the heavy grey of cement
it is really fun, dad
and the cherries are so delicious
yes, but the trees are hard to grow, son
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Детскосельский парк
- I too want to ESCAPE by Neelam Sinha
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
- The River by Mark Olynyk
- America by Robert Creeley
- Владимир Маяковский – Схема смеха
- “Life of my life, you seem to me” by Torquato Tasso
- Николай Заболоцкий – Старая актриса
- Яков Полонский – Орел и голубка
- Song—Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive by Robert Burns
- Rise, O Days. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Тропики
- CIA Dope Calypso by Allen Ginsberg
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Возвращение
- Late September poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
