For Sharon Horvath
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed.
That’s all There was to it. No more than a solemn waking
To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly,
A time between times, a flowerless funeral. No more than that
Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm,
Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back,
That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say:
“It’s time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening.”
End of the poem
15 random poems
- AMBITION by Robert Herrick
- Arrival by William Carlos Williams
- Владимир Высоцкий – Однако, втягивать живот
- Family by Stacey Chillemi
- The Aisne
- Fly Fly Butterfly
- Model For The Laureate by William Butler Yeats
- Recantation by Sylvia Plath
- tomorrow is already past… by Steve Troyanovich
- The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
- Eclogue:–A Ghost by William Barnes
- Валерий Брюсов – Газели
- Омар Хайям – Куда уйти от пламенных страстей
- Sonnet To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- The Lent Lily poem – A. E. Housman
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).
