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
- Virgule by Thomas Lux
- Hear the Voice by William Blake
- Distributive Trade II – The Wholesaler
- Омар Хайям – Мы влюбчивая голь, здесь нету мусульман
- Companions by Siegfried Sassoon
- An Imitation of Spenser by William Blake
- Every day I bear a burden by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Олег Бундур – Вопросы
- I will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest. by Walt Whitman
- Ruth A-Ridèn by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб с голодом справиться и с разрухой-дурой (Главполитпросвет)
- Владимир Высоцкий – День рождения лейтенанта милиции в ресторане “Берлин”
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Отчаяние
- A Summary History of Lord Clive by William Topaz McGonagall
- Владимир Костров – Не банкира, не детей Арбата
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).
