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
- Владимир Орлов – Ночной листок
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 45. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Borow
- Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper by Sylvia Plath
- einstein-defining-special-relativity.html
- Джон Мильтон – О Шекспире
- I Have Become Very Hairy by Yehuda Amichai
- Низами Гянджеви – Тропы мне ни в духан, ни к богу нету
- Нина Воронель – Меня пугает власть моя над миром
- Ок Мельникова – Сохрани
- By the Lake by Tu Fu
- Come O’er the Sea by Thomas Moore
- Николай Языков – А. М. Языкову (Теперь, когда пророчественный дар)
- Singer in the Prison, The. by Walt Whitman
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).
