Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself —
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones play
as you keep going. And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. poem – John Keats poems
- By The Camp Fire
- Владимир Маяковский – Не увлекайтесь нами
- The Passion poem – John Milton poems
- Monday by Vishü Rita Krocha
- O Wondrous Ecstatic Eyes – Chashmay Mastay poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Берггольц – Письмо из Ленинграда
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sonnet LIII by William Shakespeare
- Гавриил Державин – Похвала комару
- Владимир Степанов – Осы
- Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare
- Love is Immortal poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie:
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
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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).