it was not Alisa
the girl who posed in the photograph
with bare
feet, half-naked, dressed
in rags, her dark hair
cropped short
one hand pressed against her waist
as if dancing
palm stretched out for alms
with naked
shoulders
it was certainly not Alisa
that girl grew into a charming
Victorian lady
gave birth to three sons, two
died in the Great War
no it was not Alisa
who was seen
one hot summer afternoon, floating in a boat
on the river, by a lecturer in mathematics, an eccentric
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Юлия Друнина – Есть праздники, что навсегда с тобой
- Юлия Друнина – В семнадцать
- Afternoon song by Sunil Sharma
- Unforgetting by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – По городам Союза
- Desire for You by Seema Gupta
- Lying on a Slab by Satish Verma
- Conscience by Walter William Safar
- The Scud by William Barnes
- Elegy on the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair by Robert Burns
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Le Christianisme by Wilfred Owen
- Stony Grey Soil by Patrick Kavanagh
- The Winged Mariners
- Spider by Sylvia Plath
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).
