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
- Homage To A Government by Philip Larkin
- The Recall by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – В Советской России не может быть никакого царя… (Главполитпросвет №361)
- Вера Павлова – Твоя хладность
- Юлия Друнина – Бинты
- Robert Burns: How Lang And Dreary Is The Night:
- Алексей Толстой – Ушкуйник
- Ode To Sleep by Thomas Warton
- Chronicle
- Владимир Британишский – Царство – одно, но России-то – две
- Heat Wave by Norma Martiri
- Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Благодарю Вас за цветы
- Robert Burns: Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary:
- Epitaph on William Muir by Robert Burns
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).
