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
- From My Diary, July 1914 by Wilfred Owen
- Владимир Корнилов – Лермонтов
- Юрий Галансков – Вступление к поэме “Апельсиновая шкура”
- To Double Lock by Pierre Reverdy
- Detached Living by P.J.Reed
- Виталий Тунников – Бумеранг
- at Weeping Face. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair by William Shakespeare
- Limericks by Robby Charters
- Futility by Wilfred Owen
- Telescopes In The Square by Graham Rowlands
- Gift Of The Great – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Высоцкий – В этом доме большом раньше пьянка была
- That Is by Satish Verma
- Malaria
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).
