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
- On Presenting to a Lady a White Rose and a Red on the Tenth of June by William Somervile
- The Magi by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Языков – А. А. Воейковой (На петербургскую дорогу)
- Spanish Guerillas by William Wordsworth
- Now, What is Poetry? poem – Yang Wan-Li poems | Poetry Monster
- When I Came Last to Ludlow poem – A. E. Housman
- Lord when the wise men came from farr by Sidney Godolphin
- Malmaison poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- This Month The Almonds Bloom At Kandahar
- What Happened by Rudyard Kipling
- If Truth in Hearts That Perish poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: Sweet Afton :
- Robert Burns: Extempore Reply To An Invitation:
- Владимир Вишневский – Стада уж боле не пасутся мирно
- Николай Карамзин – Любовь и дружба
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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).
