Morning, a glass door, flashes
Gold names off the new city,
Whose white shelves and domes travel
The slow sky all day.
I land to stay here;
And the windows flock open
And the curtains fly out like doves
And a past dries in a wind.
Now let me lie down, under
A wide-branched indifference,
Shovel-faces like pennies
Down the back of the mind,
Find voices coined to
An argot of motor-horns,
And let the cluttered-up houses
Keep their thick lives to themselves.
For this ignorance of me
Seems a kind of innocence.
Fast enough I shall wound it:
Let me breathe till then
Its milk-aired Eden,
Till my own life impound it-
Slow-falling; grey-veil-hung; a theft,
A style of dying only.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- In Sutton Woods poem – Alfred Austin
- Lady Clare poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Маяковский – У шахтера нет чая, нет табаку, нет сахару… (РОСТА №604)
- Day by William Morris
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Светлые ночи
- My angel’s face by Vinko Kalinić
- Sonnet CXX by William Shakespeare
- The Admirers Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- Cartographies Of Silence
- Base of all Metaphysics, The. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабкор (Лбом пробив безграмотья горы)
- His Bargain by William Butler Yeats
- Алексей Хомяков – Ritterspruch – Richterspruch
- Robert Burns: Clarinda, Mistress Of My Soul:
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).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.