In you a gentle beauty I do see.
You are my friend, but down deep in my heart
I celebrate your heart so silently.
Then I think of our eyes as pretty art
For in your letters of much honesty
I read their words as if I were a boy
Who wants to say with tears an cheerfully,
“Bring me my girl, I want to dance with joy.”
So you can see my seeing you is pure.
I have you as water clean, fresh, and divine,
But there is something I have not for sure;
If after this your wish is to be mine.
Your soul,yes, gladly gives her breath away
With every coming of the dawn of day.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Additions: The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s by Thomas Hardy
- Олег Бундур – В зоологическом музее
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- Виталий Сивяков – Крещенье
- Alameda by Paul Blackburn
- Олег Григорьев – Драка
- The Metropolitan Tower by Sara Teasdale
- Blown from the west by Yosa Buson
- Владимир Маяковский – Вегетарианцы
- Владимир Маяковский – Плюшкин
- On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Два мака
- Владимир Луговской – Ночной патруль
- The Rose by Sara Teasdale
- Travel to Infinite Places by Michael Levy
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).
