Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.
Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.
It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.
Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe
the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
stars,
how small they were, how far away.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Days Are Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Epigram on a Suicide by Robert Burns
- Низами Гянджеви – Когда ты локоны свои распустишь
- Иван Варавва – В закубанском лесу
- On the Idle Hill of Summer by A. E. Housman
- Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats’s poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- On a Prospect of T’ai-shan by Tu Fu
- Владимир Маяковский – Чаеуправление (реклама)
- Олег Бундур – Папа и родительское собрание
- Вероника Тушнова – Тропа, петляя и пыля
- Зинаида Александрова – Мы оделись раньше всех
- Your choice by Mrunmayi Mandan
- On The Cliffs Newport
- An Eare-Stringe by William Strode
- Turtledove of the Green Land – Dedicated to Tunisian poet, Huda Hajji by Nizar Sartawi
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).
