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
- Free Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- The Answer by Sara Teasdale
- shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
- Иннокентий Анненский – Любовь к прошлому
- The Artist poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Love is a Tree by Rumi
- The Call To Arms In Our Street by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Only One I Can’t Live Without, Its You by Miraj Patel
- To Leonide Massine in ‘Cleopatra’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- Heel & Toe To The End by William Carlos Williams
- Arrival by William Carlos Williams
- Альфред де Мюссе – Печаль
- An Antheme by William Strode
- The Fearful by Sylvia Plath
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).
