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
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты рукой мне сжала сердце
- A Song of a Girl from Loyang by Wang Wei
- Crouchin’ On The Outside by Shel Silverstein
- I Sing The Body Electric by Philip Levine
- Tin Fish by Rudyard Kipling
- This Lunar Beauty by W H Auden
- Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride? by William Shakespeare
- Spider by Sylvia Plath
- Hither, Hither, Love poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Гумилев – Канцона (Бывает в жизни человека)
- Ольга Седакова – Вода-крестьянка
- Robert Burns: To Mary In Heaven:
- A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People by Vachel Lindsay
- Николай Гумилев – Мужик
- On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad 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).
