She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
She came home running
She came down creeping
here to the black arms waiting
now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face
She came down creeping
She came home blameless
black yet as Hagar’s daughter
tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face
She came home blameless
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sweethearts of the Year by Vachel Lindsay
- Without You by Miraj Patel
- Вера Павлова – Зеркало по природе правдиво
- I Call That True Love by Shel Silverstein
- Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 3 by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй
- Аля Кудряшева – Я этой ночью уйду, не спи
- English Poetry. Robert William Service. Dark Glasses. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Lad That’s Far Awa:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Вани перед студентами
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не дыми, голова трещит
- Youth And Age by William Butler Yeats
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- The Night poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Николай Языков – А. В. Тихвинскому (Как знать, куда моя дорога)
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).
