And so your lips provoking me to sweat.
Your eyes that make the ones of others dirt.
And when you wet, it`s nothing I have met.
You make the rose with human feelings hurt.
But this`s not all; I have to tell your chest
That is, my dear, worth of an angel`s face.
What crazy man on it not wanting rest
Your rear be touched with more than earthly grace.
I`m sorry, bird, her voice makes yours too small.
The painter cries; her lines he cannot paint.
Who made you, woman, so entirely tall?
Oh, God! Who else can really this attain?
Who`s there to say you`re not divine? Tell me!
Your much amaze my human eyes, Lady!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Алексей Жемчужников – Воспоминание в деревне о Петербурге
- After Rain by P. K. Page
- К 8-му марта
- Sow by Sylvia Plath
- Think Of It Not, Sweet One poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Английская поэзия. Редьярд Киплинг. «Расходы и поступления». (1919-1926). 9. Джейн выходит замуж. Rudyard Kipling. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 9. Jane’s Marriage
- Константин Батюшков – На смерть И.П. Пнина
- Владимир Маяковский – Тресты
- Tell Me a Story by Robert Penn Warren
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ты холодна
- The Couriers by Sylvia Plath
- Шекспир – Люби другого – Сонет 139
- My Mask poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – 1848 год в Зимнем дворце
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).
