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
- the_kings_breakfast.html
- Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Костров – Новогодняя ночь
- To a Young Child poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Robert Burns: I Love My Love In Secret:
- The Battle Of Salamis
- Василий Тредиаковский – Ну, так уже я не стал быть вашим отныне
- Letters to the Otherworld
- Ярослав Смеляков – Я отюдова уйду
- Владимир Маяковский – Трагедия
- A Child’s Grace by Robert Herrick
- Вера Звягинцева – Психея
- When Smoke Stood Up From Ludlow poem – A. E. Housman
- Fareweel To A’Our Scottish Fame by Robert Burns
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лев, сраженный Человеком
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).
