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
- Do You Remember Once
- Яков Полонский – Памяти В. М. Гаршина
- the_prison_of_the_past.html
- The Lime-tree Bower my Prison by Samuel Coleridge
- Robert Burns: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass:
- I Want, I Want by Sylvia Plath
- Twelve Months After by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Scots’ Prologue For Mr. Sutherland: On his Benefit-Night, at the Theatre, Dumfries.
- Anterotics by William Ernest Henley
- Robert Burns: Paraphrase Of The First Psalm:
- Outside The Village Church poem – Alfred Austin
- Impromptu on Carron Iron Works by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Солнечный флаг
- A Walk After Dark by W H Auden
- A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost
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).
