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
- Алексей Толстой – Василий Шибанов
- Olney Hymn 4: Jehovah-Nissi: The Lord My Banner by William Cowper
- Омар Хайям – Нет ни рая, ни ада, о сердце моё
- First Look at Mom by Nikhil Jain
- On A Miser, 3 (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 by Robert Burns
- The Beekeeper’s Daughter by Sylvia Plath
- Вера Павлова – Телефонные кнопки
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
- Bring Us The Light by John Oxenham
- Владимир Степанов – Цыплята (Буква Ц)
- Women’s Song Of The Corn poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- What is Forged Steel Roll and How is it Involved in Industry?
- Омар Хайям – Кто битым жизнью был, тот большего добьется
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).
