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
- Джон Китс – Девчонка из Девона
- “`If you were mine, if you were mine” poem – Alfred Austin
- Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear by Robert Burns
- On Messrs Hussey and Coffin by Phillis Wheatley
- Tonight she remembers by Rita Odessa Villaruel
- Robert Burns: Out Over The Forth:
- Николай Языков – Подражание псалму XIV
- In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- After the Last Glacier is Gone by Benjamin Alva Polley
- Robert Burns: Compliments Of John Syme Of Ryedale: Lines sent with a Present of a Dozen of Porter.
- February 23
- And The Black Scythe With Its Beak of Ibis by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- the_kings_breakfast.html
- Busy Heart, The by Rupert Brooke
- A Poem Of Love by Walter William Safar
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