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
- Юнна Мориц – Вечерний свет
- I just love you by Raj Arumugam
- Юлия Жадовская – Да, я вижу
- Анатолий Жигулин – Эпоха
- Entranced by Satish Verma
- Ок Мельникова – От киева до сантьяго
- Ode to Mother Nature by Walter William Safar
- Sweethearts of the Year by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Маяковский – Новогодние поздравления (РОСТА №704)
- Николай Заболоцкий – Офорт
- The Golden Year! poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: My Bonie Bell:
- Teignmouth: “Some Doggerel,” Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon poem – John Keats poems
- Triolets by Sara Teasdale
- On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick by Sir Walter Raleigh
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).
