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
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- Mr. Mistoffelees by T. S. Eliot
- Lost Love Is Never Lost
- Anniversaries
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- On Niobe (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers poem – A. E. Housman
- Death of the Legend by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 03 – part 04 by Torquato Tasso
- Three Songs To The One Burden by William Butler Yeats
- Ethiopia – Lalibela
- The Starling poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
- Hauntings by Rupert Brooke
- Bill ‘Awkins by Rudyard Kipling
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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).
