‘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
- Computer Cookies: Are They Good or Bad?
- A Christmas Carol by William Topaz McGonagall
- Scum Of The Earth by Shel Silverstein
- The Princess (prologue) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Море волнуется, манит к себе
- Robert Burns: Epigram At Roslin Inn:
- “Why should I, from this long and losing strife ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Cuckoo Song by Rudyard Kipling
- On a Forenoon of Spring by William Allingham
- Invern poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Луговской – Гуниб
- Владимир Маяковский – Наш паровоз, стрелой лети
- Epistle to Dr. Blacklock by Robert Burns
- Ольга Седакова – Дикий шиповник
- The Chinese Nightingale by Vachel Lindsay
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).
