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
- Ольга Седакова – Вениамин
- Федор Сологуб – Веет ветер мне навстречу
- English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Assault. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.
- Psalm 08 poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ! Фронту помог ты… (РОСТА №444)
- Владимир Маяковский – Рассказ одного об одной мечте
- Bombardment by Siegfried Sassoon
- Наталья Шевченко – Самолёт
- Alameda by Paul Blackburn
- Ballade Of His Books poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тайна
- Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonet 55 by William Alexander
- Sonnet V. To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- Coming Through The Rye by Robert Burns
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).
