‘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
- He Said To by Marvin Bell
- The Visit by Nijole Miliauskaite
- The peace of wild things by Wendell Berry
- Gwin King of Norway by William Blake
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Орест (перевод)
- Prospect by Sylvia Plath
- By Moschus by William Cowper
- No quise detenerte by Luz del Alba Nicola
- The First Part: Sonnet 2 – I know that all beneath the moon decays by William Drummond
- Robert Burns: News, Lassies, News:
- Rubber Souls poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Английская поэзия. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 139. o call not me to justify the wrong
- Cake by Roger McGough
- On Teaching The Young by Yvor Winters
- Shattered Dreams by SWARAJ PRASAD
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).
