Composition
by Peter Cooley
I have watched from this chair all afternoon
alone, while snow traces features of hills
I’d never noticed, watching the light fall,
get up, fall, pulling the dark after it.
No one is here. No one inhabits me
but my poem, images that stumble, rise
to take the air, refusing measure, lines
refusing breath.Tangible as angels.
The house is still, my wife& children gone
till dinner. No one. The quiet almosty breaks
it is so fine,this paper always blank
where I sit, shaking, shaking words like bells
in the company of strangers, myself.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Жан де Лафонтен – Осел со священной ношей
- He, who was born poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Hobbinol; or The Rural Games by William Somervile
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- Наум Коржавин – Нелепые ваши затеи
- Picture of Daniel in the Lion’s Den at Hamilton Palace by William Wordsworth
- Stillborn by Sylvia Plath
- The Last Rhyme of True Thomas by Rudyard Kipling
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Гиппиус – Закон чего? – закона нет
- Fragment of an Ode to Maia poem – John Keats poems
- A Dream Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Жан де Лафонтен – Обезьяна и Дельфин
- Old Susan by Walter de la Mare
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).
