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
- An Insolent Jew
- Ольга Берггольц – Письмо из Ленинграда
- Parallel Lies by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Reviewing When We Were Slugs!
- Nanna by Ross D Tyler
- Владимир Высоцкий – Заповедник
- Absence by Walter Savage Landor
- Address to the shade of Thomson by Robert Burns
- Нина Воронель – Я не хочу опять вернуться в детство
- The Madness Of King Goll by William Butler Yeats
- Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost
- Михаил Кузмин – В саду
- Obligation poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To the Right Hon. Lady Anne Coventry by William Somervile
- Haiku: March by Monty Gilmer
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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).
