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
- Sleep
- Tip-Toe-ing by Mahak Raithatha S
- Стефан Малларме – Весеннее обновление
- Money, for a Decent Human Life without You by Mike Yuan
- On The Same Occasion by William Wordsworth
- Children’s Children by William Barnes
- Шекспир – Прекрасный облик в зеркале ты видишь – Сонет 3
- Михаил Лермонтов – Я не люблю тебя
- The Return of Persephone
- You by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Владимир Маяковский – Советская азбука (Железо куй, пока горячее…)
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Eyes Look Into The Well by W H Auden
- Two Quits And Drum And Elegy Drinkers
- Grammar by Tony Hoagland
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.