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
- Владимир Корнилов – Встреча
- Allegory Of The Cave by Stephen Dunn
- The First Part: Sonnet 4 – Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains, by William Drummond
- I Thought I was not Alone. by Walt Whitman
- Hypatia by Stanley Wilkin
- Fan-Piece, For Her Imperial Lord poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Новелла Матвеева – О юморе
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Она была добра
- A Poet039s Privilege
- A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore by William Wordsworth
- Book Eighth: Retrospect–Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man by William Wordsworth
- Федор Сологуб – Скупа Филис, но пыл мятежный
- Владимир Набоков – К Родине
- On A Mistake In His Translation Of Homer by William Cowper
- Gyrations by Satish Verma
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).
