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
- False Friends-Like by William Barnes
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Попугая
- Вера Полозкова – Это не прихоть, это не блажь
- Николай Языков – Поэт (Радушно рабствует поэту)
- Friday’s Child by W H Auden
- Robert Burns: Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell: Of Glenriddell and Friars’ Carse.
- Наталья Шевченко – Прости прости Меня Отец
- Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare
- Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack by Rudyard Kipling
- Soul’s Birth by Sara Teasdale
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Гроза
- Виктор Кирюшин – Небеса набухшей парусиною
- Moonrise by Yvor Winters
- Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: The Author’s Earnest Cry And Prayer: To the Right Honourable and Honourable Scotch Representatives in the House of Commons.
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).
