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
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Haunted. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Вера Звягинцева – Ты не снись мне
- Алексей Толстой – Сижу да гляжу я всe, братцы, вон в эту сторонку
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- Waste Land – A Thorough History of Humanity
- Владимир Высоцкий – Тексты для капустника к 5-летию Театра на Таганке
- Myfanwy poem – John Betjeman poems
- The Voice of Woman by Shahida Latif
- Lover’s Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled the Old Road by Rabindranath Tagore
- Friends by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Giving Myself Up by Mark Strand
- Authorship by Rabindranath Tagore
- ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE by Robert Herrick
- To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin
- A Dog After Love by Yehuda Amichai
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).
