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
- Deep In The Night by Sara Teasdale
- The Hunter by Shel Silverstein
- Your Poems on My Patio by Martina Reisz Newberry
- A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
- Years by Sylvia Plath
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- Along The Sun-Drenched Roadside by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Владимир Луговской – Почтовый переулок
- Inspiration
- Little angel by Vladimir Marku
- Robert Burns: Prologue Spoken At The Theatre Of Dumfries: On New Year’s Day Evening, 1790.
- Olney Hymn 36: Afflictions Sanctified By The Word by William Cowper
- Repentance by Shailendra Chauhan
- Despair
- Зинаида Александрова – Смешные человечки
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).
