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
- Epigram to Miss Jean Scott by Robert Burns
- Rapture by Neil Outar
- “Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved” by William Wordsworth
- The Tree Of Knowledge
- “Although no stupid scoffer, I” poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Глазков – Пусть будет эта повесть
- xai_kou_from_book_seeds_of_faith.html
- The Middle of the World by Samuel Hazo
- Николай Языков – А. С. Дириной
- Николай Тихонов – Длинный путь
- What is Poetry? by Mark Olynyk
- Омар Хайям о Боге и религии: Рубаи, стихи Хайяма про Бога – Poetry Monster
- A Tale. June 1793 by William Cowper
- To Youth by Sarojini Naidu
- Николай Карамзин – Делиины слова
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).
