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
- Last Battle Cid
- Николай Рубцов – Я тебя целовал
- Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen by William Shakespeare
- Epigram at Brownhill Inn by Robert Burns
- The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats
- From the Mountain by Wang Wei
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. In the Forest. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Notes For The Legend Of Salad Woman by Michael Ondaatje
- October, 1803 by William Wordsworth
- It was an April morning: fresh and clear by William Wordsworth
- To E.S. Salomon poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Claïs by Sappho
- Ode To A Nightingale poem – John Keats poems
- Олег Григорьев – Зашли мы к Сизову с приятелем
- Robert Burns: Lovely Young Jessie:
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).
