We have done what we wanted.
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.
And now we are here.
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
The wine waits.
Coming to this
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Prayer For A Profusion Of Sunflowers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Сознание
- What Peace Is Like
- Виктор Гончаров – Опять пришла пора дождей
- Lepracaun or Fairy Shoemaker, The by William Allingham
- On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford by William Wordsworth
- “My northern blood exults to face” poem – Alfred Austin
- Humankind – How Limitless In Genius by Michael Levy
- About Troy poem – Zbigniew Herbert poems | Poetry Monster
- Glory Of Women by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sure Hit Songwriter’s Pen by Shel Silverstein
- Rebirth by Rudyard Kipling
- Aplogize
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Honor Among Scamps by Vachel Lindsay
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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).
