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
- Аля Кудряшева – Замылим, потом замолим
- From the heart of your heart by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Mary’s Song by Sylvia Plath
- At Grass by Philip Larkin
- Syed Amir
- Ольга Седакова – Первая тетрадь
- Cain and Abel by Rudyard Kipling
- Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Каждый день и каждый миг судьбу благодарю
- Rise, O Days. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Луговской – Баллада о пустыне
- Николай Заболоцкий – Цирк
- Woman Work by Maya Angelou
- Piera Chen – Piera Chen
- Abbey Assaroe by William Allingham
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).
