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
- The Floods by Rudyard Kipling
- It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare
- Константин Батюшков – Любовь в челноке
- Fly Fly Butterfly
- Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- What a beautiful world by Vladimir Marku
- Lemmebesomethin’ by Shel Silverstein
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- French kiss to knickers poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Омар Хайям – Не порочь лозы-невесты
- Федор Тютчев – Как неожиданно и ярко
- A Three-Part Song by Rudyard Kipling
- The Bride poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lying on a Slab by Satish Verma
- Ольга Седакова – И меня удивило
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).
