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
- Владимир Луговской – Береза Карелии
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- September poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Like the gods. . . by Sappho
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Кэрролла
- Past One O’Clock … by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- The Last Judgment poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Four Quartets 2: East Coker by T. S. Eliot
- Sonet 47 by William Alexander
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Липы
- Омар Хайям – Дай коснуться, любимая, прядей густых
- My Highland Lassie, O by Robert Burns
- Esteemed Bliss by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Piera Chen – Piera Chen
- Disillusionment Of Ten O’clock by Wallace Stevens
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).
