Can I conpare with you, The Mighty One?
No! Not even in dreams I have that luck!
I am a spark; you are no doubt the sun;
I have to say when sadly roses I pluck.
And in my mind I surely search with care
And find these words ashamed for lack of more:
Who made your heart, your soul, your mind, and where?
I say it loud until my throat is sore.
I read, and read; yes, read for many years
Thought I had seen it all to my eyes` core.
Then I discovered you and said with tears,
“Forgive my talents poor, Immortal Door!
Here Shakespeare comes, and Dante and Milton cry.
Some tears from William Blake; He`s not that high.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Британишский – Иван Долгорукой
- An Adventure in the Life of King James V of Scotland by William Topaz McGonagall
- Robert Burns: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
- Waking up on a rainy morning by Preeth Nambiar
- A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams
- Эмиль Верхарн – Здравствуй, подруга
- My Desire
- Untitled III by Yunus Emre
- Autumn by William Morris
- Carrion Comfort poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Из лесной жути
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 03 by Torquato Tasso
- Mystic Trumpeter, The. by Walt Whitman
- Tim, An Irish Terrier by Winifred Mary Letts
- Colored Toys by Rabindranath Tagore
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).
