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
- Apprehensions by Sylvia Plath
- Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
- Константин Бальмонт – Четыре источника
- Mortal Words by Robert McNamara
- Владимир Маяковский – Первый из пяти
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
- Portrait of a Baby by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Orlando Furioso Canto 20 by Ludovico Ariosto
- From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed by William Wordsworth
- The Times Are Tidy by Sylvia Plath
- Lemmebesomethin’ by Shel Silverstein
- I Shout Love by Milton Acorn
- In the Blaze.. by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- The Primrose by Thomas Carew
- Most Memorable Mother’s Day Gift Ideas
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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).
