As if on us there was a call
The path we took only heard us at all
Preparing joyfully lined up to foul
Singing uncontrollably we matched but fall
Only the groove steep side of a dreadful-like mountain
Promises us a true good fate, the fruitful pain
None isn’t written, even beyond the brain
So we never made, the sea flows the deepest fountain
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: The Holy Fair:
- Олег Сердобольский – У сосульки льет из носа
- Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland by Robert Burns
- Алишер Навои – Моя безумная душа в обломках
- Вера Павлова – В ранец тетрадки собраны
- Paris
- Robert Burns: To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N: On her Principles of Liberty and Equality.
- Иван Мятлев – Старушка
- Кариночка, любимая ты наша
- I Make My bed Of Roses by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песенка про ребёнка-поросёнка
- Tezcotzinco
- Владимир Маяковский – Что делать
- I have a dream
- Ольга Седакова – Две книги я несу
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).
