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
- Soul Receives From Soul by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Defunct Drugstore by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
- Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope
- Pity by Sara Teasdale
- Come down, O Maid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic by William Wordsworth
- The Bombardment poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Burning The Letters by Sylvia Plath
- Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? by William Butler Yeats
- Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Lullaby by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Костров – То в ночи она вспыхнет, как спичка
- The Village Garden poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- English Poetry. Charles Lockhart. Epistle to a Friend, with a Copy of Burns’s Letters. Чарльз Локкарт. Послание другу при возвращении ему томиков стихов Бернса
- Street In Packingtown by Willa Sibert Cather
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).
