I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Россия — единое советское хозяйство (РОСТА № 280)
- the_christening.html
- Иван Мятлев – Соловей
- Mariana poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Fairyland by Rabindranath Tagore
- Robert Burns: Tho’ Cruel Fate Should Bid Us Part:
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихи из предсмертной записки
- The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes by Rabindranath Tagore
- Paradise On Earth! by V. Muthu Manickam
- Владимир Корнилов – Старость
- Олег Бундур – А мне-то ничего
- Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood
- English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Glasses. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
- Baltimore Was Always Blue by Michael Salcman
- White and Green poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
