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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Сон
- Miracle Ice Cream
- Spirituality of Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet
- Birthday Ode for 31st December, 1787 by Robert Burns
- Такахама Кёси – Давнишний приятель
- Наум Коржавин – Неужели птицы пели
- Shadow Overhead by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Stanzas poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein
- Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare
- Infant Joy by William Blake
- Good-by and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
- Николай Языков – А. И. Готовцевой (Влюблен я, дева-красота)
- On the Portrait of Two Beautiful Young People poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore by William Wordsworth
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