‘Tis how a muse conquering my slender age;
Naked moments and a flightless gloom.
Dreams are unripe, but lively own;
From thee, I fled unconstrained.
Sins discolored my retention when you hide from me,
Solely then dwelt is my pathos.
And night’s and days swept, sullen;
Neath your heavens lodge, my lost ecstasy.
Every parent wants their bright child,
Brighter, an ace can do morrow’s shy lark.
wipe it my wickedness my lord! let my birth fulfill.
Let me serve you with in your cupid will, more radiant!
you’re giving me a life that i can heal;
That tend me breath with you until my death and after.
Nithin Purple
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Набоков – Из мира уползли, и ноют на луне
- Николай Языков – Романс (Что делал с Евою Адам)
- La Fleur by Shaunna Harper
- What is Forged Steel Roll and How is it Involved in Industry?
- Our Singing Strength by Robert Frost
- Poems, Potatoes by Sylvia Plath
- Gone
- Morale by Sunil Sharma
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб голод нас не передушил к лету… (Главполитпросвет №160)
- The Otter by Seamus Heaney
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- Reviewing When We Were Slugs!
- To Charles Cowden Clarke poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Случай на таможне
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
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).
