I swim Unto high waves of imagination,So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;Drink of silence made infusion,That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;Ward of profound, born new sublime,A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;That wakes me from seven seas of prime.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Mower To The Glo-Worms poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Bare Tongue by Satish Verma
- Жан де Лафонтен – Человек и его Изображение
- Tonight she remembers by Rita Odessa Villaruel
- Delicate Cluster. by Walt Whitman
- Lines Written in Windsor Forest poem – Alexander Pope
- Николай Заболоцкий – Небесная Севилья
- The Settler by Rudyard Kipling
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. In June. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- The Soul’s Prayer by Sarojini Naidu
- 1914 by Wilfred Owen
- John Bleäke At Hwome At Night by William Barnes
- Life by Walter William Safar
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare
- Олег Бундур – Семейный совет
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).
