more fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
you carry into town.
sand
you demand in return,
for the last
rose back at home
this evening also wants to be fed
out of the trickling hour.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Обед
- A Bronze Head by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Mr. W. Cruikshank:
- A Hedge Of Rubber Trees poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Я. П. Полонскому
- So Soon Done! by Luis Estable
- Sonnet On Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again poem – John Keats poems
- Before the Altar poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Epistle to John Rankine by Robert Burns
- A Hillside Thaw by Robert Frost
- Come, Rest in this Bosom by Thomas Moore
- Юрий Левитанский – Кинематограф
- Forbidden Silence by Preeth Nambiar
- New York at Night poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Farewell by Wang Wei
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).
