a cold evening, swollen painful
willow buds
migrating birds are
perched in the skeletons
of trees along the shore like great
black blossoms
a small reddish flame
there, far off, trembles in the icy wind
as if alive, near the water
a fire stoked by children
it’s almost warmer, isn’t it,
as we draw near
End of the poem
15 random poems
- once_was_a_singer_for_god_remembering_nekia.html
- Олег Бундур – Доброта
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci poem – John Keats poems
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- Invitation To The Redbreast by William Cowper
- Love Sonnet XLII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonet 4 by William Alexander
- Владимир Маяковский – Что сделать, чтоб Всероссийский съезд Советов… (РОСТА №662)
- The Jailer by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – Тексты для издательства “Сегодняшний лубок” (Плакаты)
- Ольга Берггольц – Слепой
- AWAY FROM HOME by Satish Verma
- ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE by Robert Herrick
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Гиппиус стихи: читать все стихотворения, поэмы поэта Владимир Гиппиус – Поэзия на Poetry Monster
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).
